Queda Prohibido

By: Pablo Neruda

QUEDA PROHIBIDO

Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,

levantarte un día sin saber que hacer,

tener miedo a tus recuerdos.

Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,

no luchar por lo que quieres,

abandonarlo todo por miedo,

no convertir en realidad tus sueños.

Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor,

hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y el mal humor.

Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,

no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,

llamarles solo cuando los necesitas.

Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente,

fingir ante las personas que no te importan,

hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden,

olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.

Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,

tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,

no vivir cada día como si fuera un ultimo suspiro.

Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin

alegrarte, olvidar sus ojos, su risa,

todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,

olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.

Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,

pensar que sus vidas valen mas que la tuya,

no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.

Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,

no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,

no comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita.

Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad,

no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,

no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,

no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual.

It is now Forbidden

by Pablo Neruda

It is now forbidden to cry without learning; to wake up one day and no longer have dreams; to become afraid of your own memories…

It is now forbidden to not smile in the face of adversity; to stop fighting for those who you love; to abandon it all because of your fears; or to give up in making your own dreams come true.

It is now forbidden to pretend we don’t need understanding each other; to place less value in the lives of others; to ignore each of us has a unique path to joy… It is now forbidden to give up on happiness, to abandon optimism, to quit improving ourselves; to believe the world will be a better place without you.

My Choice

By: Missionary and martyr Bill McChesney

I want my breakfast served at eight

With ham and eggs upon the plate.

A well-broiled steak I’ll eat it on

And dine again when day is done.

I want an ultramodern home

And in each room a telephone;

Soft carpets, too, upon the floor

And pretty drapes to grace the doors.

A cozy place of lovely things,

Like easy chairs with inner springs,

And then, I’ll get a nice T.V.

– Of course, I’m careful what I see.

I want my wardrobe, too, to be

Of neatest, finest quality,

With latest style in suit and vest.

Why should not Christians have the best?

But then the Master I can hear

In no uncertain voice, so clear:

“I bid you come and follow Me,

The lowly Man of Galilee.”

“Birds of the air have made their nest

And foxes in their holes find rest,

But I can offer you no bed;

No place have I to lay my head.”

In shame I hung my head and cried,

How could I spurn the Crucified?

Could I forget the way He went,

The sleepless nights in prayer He spent?

For forty days without a bite,

Alone He fasted day and night;

Despised, rejected – on He went,

and did not stop till veil He rent!

A man of sorrows and of grief

No earthly friend to bring relief;

“Smitten of God,” the prophet said

Mocked, beaten, bruised, His blood ran red.

If He be God, and died for me,

No sacrifice too great can be

For me; a mortal man, to make;

I’ll do it all for Jesus’ sake.

Yes, I will tread the path He trod,

No other way will please my God,

So, henceforth, this my choice shall be,

My choice for all eternity.

Complete

By: Gabriela Yareliz

It was a bright morning, and Mary Magdalene walked to the sepulcher, in a hurry, with a heavy heart to find the tomb where they had laid Jesus.

As she walks two angels appear to her (John 20:12), but she is distracted by another presence. It is Jesus himself.

He says to her, “Mary,” and she then recognizes He is the one she has been looking for, (John 20: 16).

That is Jesus. He said “Mary.”

“He who knows eternity, calls you by name,” Ravi Zacharias.

Ravi Zacharias tells this parable: There was a very poor man, if I remember the story correctly, who paints a portrait of a very rich man’s son. At one point, he no longer sees this young man who he was fond of and so finally someone shares with him that he had died suddenly, and that his art collection would be up for auction.

This beggar man finds some decent clothes and goes to the auction. When it comes time for the portrait of the son, of course he bids for it and bids all that he has. No one bids against him, so he gives his pennies and goes up to get his portrait.

The thing is there was a second condition. The person who buys the portrait of the son gets the son’s entire art collection.

(Spoken and presented at the UN Assembly breakfast)

He who has the Son, has everything.

Colossians 2:10 says: And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power:

He completes us.

Have a blessed day.