Wednesday, April 19, 2006

To Dance With My Son On His Wedding Day....continued

Update June 27, 2006 The Wedding

Awhile back, I mentioned that we were looking for a song to dance to at my son's wedding. We are still looking, and he has found a few others.

So, having ruled out the others, the latest suggestions are these:

Dance songs
A Song For Mama - Boys II Men

There You'll Be - Faith Hill

Godspeed - Dixie Chicks

Have I Told You Lately That I Love You - Rod Stewart

So he is still looking... it is getting closer!

I have had some suggestions sent to me, including

Hero by Mariah Carey

Wind Beneath My Wings

The Wonder of You by Elvis Presley.

I Am Your Child by Barry Manilow

Some that others have mentioned however are REALLY meant for the Bridal Couple...and would be very hard for me to dance to with my son... just would not feel right, and would send the wrong message.

So, we continue to look... Oh, those others that some sent to me are on the same website that Rod Stewart's is found on...along with many that are just not appropriate... and some that are very appropriate.

God bless!

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A child's message of grace amazes her city

Such a cutie!

What a sweetheart. Just look at the innocence radiating from her face, while a little of an imp shows through....

I know he didn't mean to do it,'' Kai Leigh Harriott, 5,
said of the man whose stray gunshot left her paralyzed.
(Globe Staff Photo / Essdras M. Suarez)

I wrote about little Kai Leigh Harriot the other day, and had another ready to go, but must have lost it somehow.

That works out better, actually, because today, in trying to retrace my steps, I found a set of 7 still photos that also tell the story with powerful impact. But there is also another video to see at that last link, under the words

Paralyzed girl, 5, confronts shooter

Megan Tench wrote on April 15, 2006:

Hair stylist Cathleen Foster came home Thursday after a long day of cutting and coloring at the Newbury Street salon where she works. In the quiet of her living room, she turned on the 10 o'clock news, and was drawn to the story of a little girl shot and paralyzed by a stray bullet.

Then she was floored, by the little girl's words, her composure, and her tears.

''When she lost it, I lost it," Foster said. ''I was sobbing not just because of what happened to her, but because a mother, in the year 2006, was able to raise that type of child."

Amen, amen... for the rest of the story, go here....

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Whoa, YES!!

You Belong in Dublin

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.
You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.
What European City Do You Belong In?

HT to Catholic Fire... thanks... from the Irish part of me...

Sunday, April 16, 2006

And another... and another.. and another.....

Oh, sometimes I find treasures when I blog hop. And today, I found another. He is now on my bookmarked blogs, and later will be linked with my others. I will be returning there.

In following a visitor's aol search, this piece showed up. I liked the way he wrote this, better than I had, but with thoughts so similar to my own. So I went on to read more on his site. And then I found another. And another. And another.

The first is about Kai Leigh Harriott, about how a little child leads us and demonstrated forgiveness and blew us away....

The second begins with a conversation he had with a health club worker, a teasing tidbit offered here, with encouragement to read the rest at his site:

"Have you ever heard of the Book of Revelations?" he asked me, brimming with sudden enthusiasm.

(I confess to the reader that I am too familiar with this sort of enthusiasm, and that I've long been wary of it.)

"Yes, of course, I've read it," I answered politely. I braced myself for a flurry of conspiracy theories; a blitz of prophetic utterances; a maelstrom of angst-laden visions. But no such portents came.

"You know," my interlocuter said, "as I read the news, and look at this time in history, I swear, events and the media are coming at us in such a way, that I feel like everybody is being forced to choose sides. Do you know what I mean? It's like you either have to choose side A or side B. You are either with us or against us. You either believe black, or white. I find it scary."

And then, the third listed here takes us back to the 'best of times' so many were part of, and still regard to be wonderful, though some of us realized then or later... that it was not.
Again, a teaser.... and an encouragement to read the rest of the article, done as a result of reading David Horowitz' autobiography, Radical Son.

By the time the 1960s came to a close, I was in fourth grade, all of nine years old. I recall that the '60s scared me: that the Black Panthers, assassinations, riots, and even the epileptic screaming of Janice Joplin simply frightened me. Having been born in the middle of a war, I found Vietnam scary as well, though the allure of combat teased not only my imagination but the backyard play-fantasies of my New Jersey playmates (till I moved to New Hampshire in 1968). And there, in second grade, in what may have been my first gesture of bravado, I recall telling classmate Timmy Tyrrell, who already was planning on being a minister (his whole family was devoted to that goal), that I wanted to grow up to be a "heroin addict," a boast I completed with a pantomime of shooting up: arm on my desk, sleeve rolled up, pencil heading deep into my vein - and Mrs. Barden nearby. I would join the rebellion, I declared, and I'll have my hair as long as Rapunzel's.

The last one I share today, in part, has this small segment. It is about the Gospel of Judas, and is very well-written....

That Judas' Jesus suddenly jumps out of his skin in a secret meeting with Judas is just laughable. I am even tempted to suggest that it is anti-semitic, for the Jews of Jesus' time were people not readily given to the gnostic, anti-flesh, anti-material ecstacies of their more 'enlightened' neighbors. Gnosticism was deemed heresy by the Church for two important reasons: It denigrates the physical world, and it elevates certain people to a preferred, enlightened status, giving them the aura of transcendence, an aura that is damned for its presumptuousness and conceit.

Trust me when I say that there are plenty of gnostics among us, and a vast number of them are far more likely to read Elaine Pagels' Gnostic Gospels and this message from Judas the Betrayer than they are to read the Gospel of St. John.

Addendum at 2:35 pm April 16, 2006:

I can't seem to leave Contratimes' blog today...