My husband and I were raised in Catholic families in Colombia, and from an early age our parents taught us the fundamental moral principles of the Catholic religion. But on April of 1989, when we were born again, we began to understand the true meaning of being a Christian and since then our relationship with God has become more personal. Since then we began to write. José Joaquin wrote reflections about the love of God and messages of hope for humanity, and I wrote wise advice for all families everywhere.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

THE CLARITY OF GOD



 Psalm 91, He that dwells in the shelter of God
 This was one of the favorite songs of my husband;
 
Listen to me good Lord. The clear light of the day shines on us, God's love softens us and all day is radiant clarity. The Lord loves us and if we allow him to love us, our life will be a joy, and radiant clarity. The difficulties of our life will not bother us anymore and the pains we endure we will not feel them if we carry the lord within our hearts. Oh God thou with us everything is happiness; Dear Lord take us, take us, do not leave us. We love you so much my Lord, You are everything to me.
Thank you Lord for that peace that you give us in every moment of life. We know that you need us to save souls and we will respond that, this is our greatest concern: the lost. But we hope my good Lord, you will give us beautiful skills with words because you say there is more party and celebration in heaven over one sinner who repents of his evil ways that 99 righteous persons who need no repentance. I want to see many parties and celebrations in Heaven. Use me Lord for this purpose!
 

Sincerely,
                    Jose Joaquin Agudelo
                          January 22/2000



Words of Victor Jara,Chile;
There, under the soil,
you are not asleep, brother, partner.
Your heart hears the spring sprout
who, like you, will the winds blowing.

There planted facing the sun,
the new soil cover your seed,
the root deeply will sink

and it will born the flower of a new day.

To your wounded feet will reach,
the hands of the lowly, reach
sowing.
Your death will bring many lives,
and where you were going, everybody  will march,
singing.
 

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