NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

Saturday, January 16, 2016

CANA, IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT THE WATER - IL S'AGIT DE PLUS QUE L'EAU -- HAY MAS QUE AGUA



I venture to say that just about 90% of Christians know the story of the miracle at the wedding of Cana in Galilee.  Every one who knows the story knows that upon the request of His Mother, Mary, Jesus had the waiters fill six stone jars with water.  The description of the jars includes the clarification that their contents were used for ritual purifications.  These jars then had a religious meaning.  They were recognized as part and parcel of the religious rituals followed by those faithful to the Law of Moses.  In short, these were not just ANY stone jars.
The water though, was just ordinary water.  What other kind of water was there?  None.
No matter how ordinary the water, it was nevertheless required in order for the jars to fully reach their useful existence of providing the needed substance for the ritualistic washing.  When Jesus got involved with them they were at a low level of their being.  First, they were empty.  Then, there were but six of them, not seven which would have pointed to their completeness.  But the story is careful in pointing out that they were the imperfect number, six, not seven.

Now Jesus enters the scene.  Under His orders, the servants fill the jars with water.  The water becomes wine and that's what we all admire.  We forget that the jars are no longer containers for ritualistic washing.  They are dispensers of the best wine served at the wedding.  Jesus did not want these jars to be mere water carriers.  He wanted them to be admired as the containers of the spirit of His productive action.  He wanted to show that ordinary water in ordinary jars under the action of the Messiah become more than what they appear to the purely human eye.  The six jars came to their perfection by the initial sign that points to the Resurrection.  The jars don't contain water any more, they become the shell for the transformation from water to wine.  Just as the grave could not contain the body of Jesus, but provided the container within which the change could take place and blossom.

Consider all the "signs" of God and of Jesus and don't stop at the Bible's edge.  Keep coming this way and reflect on the many times that we are the containers in which the blossoming of God's work in this world takes place.  Don't forget the two children standing before the Beautiful Lady on a peaceful day at La Salette in the French Alps.  These two containers of "ordinary water" certainly are good examples of containers who were changed forever after Mary poured her Heart out into them and left them with the command to "make this known to all my people."

Fast forward to 2016, Holy Year of Mercy.  We must stay ready. We never know when it will be our turn to be an urn.
Don't spill your God-given water needlessly by crying at my funeral.






Je me permets de dire qu’environ 90% de chrétiens connaissent l'histoire du miracle qui eut lieu aux noces de Cana en Galilée. Quiconque connaît l'histoire sait que, à la demande de sa mère, Marie, Jésus fit remplir six jarres de pierre avec de l'eau. La description des bocaux comprend la clarification que leur contenu était habituellement utilisé pour les purifications rituelles. Par ce fait significatif ces pots ont ensuite prit une signification religieuse. Ils ont été reconnus comme faisant partie intégrante des rituels religieux suivis par les gens fidèles à la loi de Moïse. En bref, ce ne sont pas seulement enfin de tout, rien que des jarres de pierre.
L'eau cependant, était tout simplement de l'eau ordinaire. Quel autre type d'eau y aurait-il? Aucun.
Peu importe que l’eau était ordinaire, elle était un élément nécessaire pour que les pots puissent atteindre pleinement leur raison d’être,  de contenir et fournir la substance nécessaire pour le lavage rituel. Quand Jésus fut impliqué avec eux, ils se trouvèrent au un niveau le plus faible de leur être. D'abord, ils étaient vides. Ensuite, ils ne furent que six, pas sept, ce qui aurait contribué à leur plénitude. Mais l'histoire est prudente en soulignant qu'ils étaient du nombre imparfait, six.
Or, Jésus entre en scène. Sous ses ordres, les serviteurs remplissent les pots avec de l'eau. L'eau devient vin, un événement que nous admirons tous. Nous oublions que les pots ne sont plus des réservoirs pour le lavage rituel. Ils sont des distributeurs du meilleur vin servi au mariage. Jésus ne voulait pas que ces bocaux ne demeurent que des simples porteurs d'eau. Il voulait qu'ils soient admirés comme les conteneurs de l'esprit de son Action productive. Il voulait montrer que l'eau ordinaire dans des pots ordinaires sous l'action du Messie peuvent devenir plus que ce qu'ils apparaissent à l'œil purement humain. Les six bocaux sont venus à leur perfection en jouant un rôle important pour le premier signe qui pointe vers la Résurrection. Les pots ne contiennent que de l'eau, pas plus.  Ils deviennent la coquille pour la transformation de l'eau au vin tout comme la tombe n’était que la coquille qui ne pouvait pas contenir le corps de Jésus.
Pensez à tous les «signes» de Dieu et de Jésus et ne vous arrêtez pas au bord de la Bible. Tenez le regard à l’avenir de cette façon et réfléchissez sur les nombreuses fois que nous sommes les récipients dans lesquels l'épanouissement de l'œuvre de Dieu dans ce monde a lieu. Ne pas oublier les deux enfants qui se tiennent devant la Belle Dame une belle journée paisible dans les Alpes françaises. Ces deux conteneurs « d’eau ordinaire » sont certainement de bons exemples de conteneurs qui ont été changées à jamais après que Mary avait versé son cœur en eux et leur a laissé le commandement de le «faire savoir à tout mon peuple. »

Faisons un saut rapide jusqu'en 2016, Année Sainte de la Miséricorde. Nous devons rester prêts. Nous ne savons jamais quand ce sera notre tour d'être une urne.

Ne versez pas votre eau donnée par Dieu inutilement en pleures à mon décès.


Me atrevo a decir que casi el 90% de los cristianos conoce la historia del milagro en las bodas de Caná de Galilea. Todos los que conocen la historia saben que, a petición de su Madre, María, Jesús dijo a los camareros que llenen seis tinajas de piedra con agua. La descripción de los frascos incluye la aclaración de que su contenido se utilizaron para purificaciones rituales. Estos frascos entonces tenían un significado religioso. Ellos fueron reconocidos como parte integrante de los rituales religiosos, seguido de los fieles a la Ley de Moisés. En resumen, no se trataba de cualquier tinajas de piedra.
El agua, sin embargo, era sólo agua ordinaria. ¿Qué otro tipo de agua estaba allí? Ninguna.
No importa cómo el agua ordinaria, que fue, sin embargo, necesaria para que los frascos de alcanzar plenamente su existencia útil de proporcionar la sustancia necesaria para el lavado ritual. Cuando Jesús se involucró con ellos estaban en un bajo nivel de su ser. En primer lugar, estaban vacíos. Entonces, no había más que seis de ellos, no siete que habría señalado a su integridad. Pero la historia es cuidadosa en señalar que eran el número imperfecto, seis, no siete.

Ahora Jesús entra en escena. Bajo sus órdenes, los criados llenar de agua las tinajas. El agua se convierte en vino y eso es lo que todos admiramos. Nos olvidamos de que los frascos hay contenidos más importates que para el lavado ritual. Son dispensadores del mejor vino servido en la boda. Jesús no quería que estos frascos sean meros portadores de agua. Quería que sean admirado como los contenedores del espíritu de su acción productiva. Quería demostrar que el agua ordinaria en frascos ordinarios bajo la acción del Mesías puede ser más de lo que parece a simple puramente humano. Las seis tinajas llegaron a su perfección por la señal inicial que apunta a la resurrección. Los frascos no contienen agua más, se convierten en la cáscara para la transformación del agua en vino. Al igual que la tumba no podía contener el cuerpo de Jesús, pero siempre que el contenedor en el que el cambio podría tener lugar y florecer.

Tenga en cuenta todos los "signos" de Dios y de Jesús y no se detenga en el borde de la Biblia. Sigue viniendo de un lado a reflexionar sobre las muchas veces que somos los recipientes en los que el florecimiento de la obra de Dios en este mundo tiene lugar. No se olvide de los dos niños de pie ante la señora hermosa en un día tranquilo en La Salette en los Alpes franceses. Estas dos contenedores de "agua corriente" sin duda son buenos ejemplos de los contenedores que se han cambiado para siempre después de que María derramó su corazón en ellos y los dejó con el comando de "hacer saber a todo mi pueblo."

Un avance rápido hasta 2016, Año Santo de la Misericordia. Debemos permanecer listo. Nunca sabemos cuando será nuestro turno de ser una urna.
No derrame el agua dada por Dios innecesariamente llorando en mi funeral.


Friday, January 8, 2016

IS MY PAST FAIR GAME? YES and NO.

Once you've read this, you will not have to be reminded not to cry at my funeral.

Welcome to the 21st century.  It's a fun place to be if morality is not one of your basic preoccupations.  The world of politics has always been fodder for the feedbag of those who like to have inane conversations over at the Ol' Waterin' Hole corner of Main and Dwight.

People running for public office have made a career of making promises that they know they can't fulfill; they have forever been inventing facts to suit their present needs and in countries with a free press they are fond of reviling those who make them spend what it takes to buy the morning paper after listening to a bit of news on the car radio on the way to work.

It used to be that we the people wanted to hear the inflated false promises and the stories from out of the conjured environment of the past which produced five star results for each of the stump-masters.  Yes, we would hear the occasional insult or false judgment aimed at a rival, but we took some and left some and moved on.

This year is different.  The personal insult is the stump speech du jour.  The reviving of the bankruptcy, the inept first degree relative, the sexual fun and games of the spouse and the worst government appointee EVER x 2!  Now there is something that I want to mention here that has become a part of our lives when it should not.  Like, making the rival's past "fair game" in exchange for the stated recognitiion that, of course my past is fair game too.
Fair enough, right?  You voted for x,y and z and I didn't.  Black and white.  Done.
Ok, fact for fact.  Done and done.

Fine so far.  But that is not where it stops.  Now we hear the repititious reminder of immoralities past that are intended to make the speaker appear to be more competent for the office sought than for the one sullied by past sins.  These reminders, once again, are in fact reminders of historical facts.  We have the idea that if the speaker is not lying, then it must be all right to maintain this line of attack.  After all, the beneficiary of the practice of fellatio and the wife of such a predator cannot in any way be competent to be the "Leader of the free world."  Really?  Hmmm.  

You think that's bad.  What about being the brother of the guy who lied about WMD's and took us to war in Iraq.  Wow, that's really a sign of your egregious incompetence to be the Commander-in-chief of the US military.
Not only is that kind of talk devoid of any logic, in Catholic speak, it is sinful.  It is the little named sin called "contumely."  This is the sin of the one who wilfully intends to harm the well being of another by publicly talking about the sin(s) of the other.  In this case, the sins of the one rain down upon you because, you know, blood is thicker than water.

Yes, this is a serious sin.  It is in fact a serious lack of respect for the life of the person being attacked by historically ascertainable immorality.  People who practice this form of speech show a lack of respect, a lack of compassion, a lack of mercy and a lack of a need to live in the peaceful and loving company of fellow human beings.  To continually abuse people with this kind of abuse is far, far from being pro-life.  It is the style to be protective of the life in the womb but the minute you're in the light of day, watch out!  To treat people this way is to act opposite to the law of love that we all know and that we are all very fond of quoting in season and out.  

So, you Catholics, other Christians and every other human being, keep yourselves attuned to what you hear in this world.  Instead of looking for the comfort of something being "Fair Game," look for Love, Mercy, Piety, Gentleness, Justice, Patience, etc.  Do it.  I dare you.
So did Jesus, don't forget.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

THE HOLY LAND IN WORDS - BY POPULAR DEMAND

Let me start by apologizing for the map.  I am working on a better presentation, but let me start with this one.

Some of you are aware that my spouse and I go to the Holy Land more often than most people.  At this point we have just returned from the Holy Land and I have been asked to talk about it for those who have never been and have no thought of ever being able to make it.
So, here goes, bad map and all.

We leave from Los Angeles airport (LAX) and fly for 14 hours straight until we touch ground again in Tel Aviv-Yafo.  This map shows the option of heading south to Jerusalem before turning north to Nazareth.  We prefer to go north first because that is where Jesus grew up and recruited his favored disciples.  It is also where He spent at least 80% of His life.  Then we head down the road that is on the western shoulder of the Jordan River until we get to Jericho.  From Nazareth to Jericho is a nearly 2 hour bus ride.  We spend sometime in Jericho (one of my favorite places) before heading up the hill to Jerusalem.  It is 16 miles and about 3,000 feet of elevation.  Jericho is 850 feet below sea level.  Jerusalem is at 2,500 feet above sea level.  Both cities are at about 31 degrees north of the equator.  For reference San Diego where we live is at about sea level and sits at about the same latitude (32 degrees north).

These are among the material things that strike anyone going to the Holy Land.
There are three categories of observation that the pilgrim to the Holy Land lives:
* Material - visual, touchable
* Traditional - landmarked up to several centuries ago
* Faith - Seen, accepted and believed, whether material or traditional
--Material - The locations named in the Bible...Nazareth, Cana, Nain, Capharnaum, Magdala, The Sea of Galilee, Samaria, Jericho, Jerusalem, Bethlehem, The Dead Sea and of course, the Jordan River.  Just seeing those signs is enough to get your heart racing.  You come to the immediate experience that this is real in more ways than one.  The one thing that always gets me is the sight of the remaining portions of the Synagogue in Capharnaum where Jesus and His earliest disciples worshiped.  It's real.

Other material realities and one that is very powerful is the Mount of Olives and the Garden of Gethsemane in Jerusalem.

Jerusalem is the home of many traditional sites.  This is true because of the fact that Jerusalem was completely levelled by the Romans in 70 AD.  There are material remnants that point to the material facts, but there are also many buildings that commemorate the location of the material, historical facts. These are impressive and they strike the person of faith with great spiritual power.  The Way of the Cross, Calvary, the Holy Sepuchre, the pool of Bethesda, the remains of the Temple (Wetern Wall), the place of Peter's denial of Jesus, etc.  When you are there, you believe!  You do not doubt!  You know that this is the place.  After all centuries of faithful have been placing their faith here,why not me?

Bethlehem is the sweetheart of many pilgrims.  Why?  This is a happy place.  Jesus was born here.  David was born here.  The mother of Jacob and Esau was born and died here.  St. Jerome translated the Scriptures into Latin here.  This year, we were blessed with the priviledge of celebrating our daily Mass in a cave similar to the one in which Jesus more than likely was born.  This is the first time that I ever had this priviledge.  I'll never forget it.  The likely place where Jesus was actually born is covered over by a large church, one of the oldest Christian Churches still in existence in the world.  The spot is still marked but is not attainable by the ordinary person because it is beneath the floor of the church.

This year was special for us in two other ways.
1. The mayor of Bethlehem is a Catholic woman.  Since her election she has decreed that a Christmas tree would be erected in the central square of Bethlehem and a special lighting ceremony would be held every 1st Saturday of December.  We made it a point to be there this year.  Tens of thousands were there, in the territory of the West Bank.  There were no metal detectors at the entrance points of the square.  The military security personnel were apologizing for asking us to open our bags for them.  All the surrounding businesses, eateries and sundries stores were open and thriving.  The exceptional nature of this lies in the fact that 3% of Bethlehem is Christian and only 1% is Catholic.  

2. We were able to go to Nablus a hot bed in the West Bank.  There we were able to visit Jacob's well where Jesus had his famous conversation with the Samaritan Woman.  Of course, we drank of the water.  While there we stopped the bus in front of a local bakery and befriended the baker and his crew and of course bought some munchies for ourselves (42 of us).

I finish by saying that pilgrimages are one of the oldest forms of prayer known. They are not as solemn and somber as some people imagine them to be.  Every pilgrimage has its solemn moments and its wild moments.  Sometimes they happen together.  People take thousands of photos; they buy large quantities of souvenirs, they try to entice the "natives" into conversations; they get more adventurous with food than they ever thought they were capable of doing, and of course, they pray, they feel and they believe.
A pilgrimage is a hodge-podge of feelings that is difficult to sort out quickly.  A pilgrimage to the Holy Land doesn't just last for 8 or 10 days.  It starts long before a person puts the down payment on the table to reserve the ticket.  It slowly grows and mounts in intensity and doesn't ever wane into oblivion - never.  No person goes to the Holy Land and then gets over it.  It is a life changing experience.  It gives meaning to the Jewish saying, "See God and die."
The person who goes to the Holy Land dies to whom he/she was and is never the same.  

I pray that these few words have meant something to you all.

Peace and joy to you.  May you all have a very happy Leap Year.
And don't forget, there's no crying at my funeral.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

THERE'S MORE TO A JOB THAN $$$

I have been thinking a lot about the work that I have done during my life.  It has been an interesting period.  I say period because it has taken me across several weeks of introspection.  Not just because of the jobs I performed, not just because of the energy I expended in doing them but most especially the attitude that gave a soul to the process, the product and to the pay check that came as a result.
The work that I was asked to do around home was the process that taught me that it is not the money that is the most important reward for work.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I did learn that lesson by making the puerile mistake of asking for "pay" after a particularly hard session behind the home lawn mower.  I made the request just before supper on that fateful night.  My father looked me in the eye and simply said: "It's going to be on the table in five minutes.  Eat well."  I never again made the same mistake for anything that I did for the family.
As time went on, that event served as fertile ground for the growing understanding of the community benefits that work brings into being.  Not just around the house, everywhere.
I worked on the tobacco farms.
I dug ditches for an entrepreneur auto repairman's sewage sloughs.
I carried lumber for a construction company.
I worked in a printing company in a semi-technical department and got to be very good at it.
I worked as an indoor painter.
I worked as a switchoard operator for a telephone answering service.
I worked at a water filtration plant where I shoveled sand every day for two months.
I drove airport shuttle vans.
I drive non-emergency medical patient transport vans to transport people to and from dialysis.
I worked as an apartment manager.
I delivered newspapers.
I washed floors.  I had a regular clientele for about two years.
I taught theology classes - still do as a matter of fact.
I was a human resources director.
I work as a language translator.
I work as a pilgrimage travel organizer.
Everything I ever did in any field and for any person or company, I did as a result of a direct personal agreement for the person or company who was going to benefit from the fruit of my labor.  I never allowed myself to be separated from my employer, individual or company, by an agent.  The lesson that my father taught me stayed with me and grew and blossomed into the conviction that by my good efforts both I and the company would succeed and in spirit, if not necessarily in bodily presence, we would both profit by our relationship.
Yes, I worked for people, individuals and companies who did not share my understanding of life.  I would leave and go somewhere else.  I believe that work is a community process aimed in the same direction.  Just like a flock of geese.
I am convinced that many of the economic and social problems that we have are caused by the adversarial nature of our work relationships.  I have lived with that conviction for a very long time.
I pray that someday we will be able to overcome this "we vs them" relationship.  We have to find a better way to achieve the common good that we all say that we seek.  if it doesn't happen before my funeral, don't cry over the failure and surely don't cry for my departure.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

COME, SHOW ME WHO I AM -- VIENS, APPRENDS-MOI QUI JE SUIS -- VEN, MUESTRA ME QUIEN SOY

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
What does that make me?
I have just returned from a religious trip "pilgrimage" to Israel, also known as the Holy Land.  This time, while we were there we heard a little used invitation:
Come often, bring your Catholic friends so that we can come  to know who we are.
At this time of the year it was a deep thought presented to us who were there to visit Bethlehem as well as the rest of the territory.  We thought that were there to come to know more about who we are.  After all, we were visiting Jesus in His home town and we certainly did not have any influence on His understanding of Himself.  But then, I've been thinking, the people of Bethlehem, our hosts, what were they learning about themselves?  We had not yet heard the invitation stated above.  So, now I think, what are these tens of thousands of people from the four corners of the earth, including the Bethlehemites, learning about one another, including their own identity? 
I ask myself, what are the Muslims learning?  What are the Orthodox, the Catholics, the Protestants and others learning about themselves?  What are the Politicians, the Clergy, the Police, the Soldiers, the Students and the Teachers learning?


Belle and I were there, among them, along with 40 other pilgrims.  We were in close quarters, almost body to body, smiling at one another, helping young lovers glide through the pack, making sure that young children did not get separated from nervous parents, speaking in soft, conversational tones while trying to decipher the language coming at us from the brilliantly lit stage by the side of the huge creche.

We all learned something this peaceful night.  The home town of so many of God's important relatives, including His own Son, taught us all a lesson: When Jesus celebrates His birthday, everybody gets along, everybody smiles, everybody gets soaked with memories of loving peace that will never be forgotten.
Belle and I send this to all of you in that spirit. 


Nous venons de rentrer d'un «pèlerinage» en Israël, aussi connu comme la Terre Sainte. Cette fois, alors que nous étions là, nous avons entendu une petite invitation avec une expression surprenante:
« Venez souvent, amenez vos amis catholiques afin que nous puissions arriver à connaitre qui nous sommes. »
À cette époque de l'année, c’était la une pensée profonde qu’on nous a présentée juste un jour avant notre visite à Bethléem.   Pour la plupart, nous pensions que nous étions venus non pour apprendre aux Palestiniens à se connaitre, mais que nous puissions arriver à mieux nous connaitre.   Après tout, nous visitions Jésus dans sa ville natale et nous n’étions certainement pas de l’avis que nous puissions avoir aucune influence sur sa compréhension de lui-même. Mais alors, j’ai pensé, la population de Bethléem, nos hôtes, que faisaient-ils (Oh-la-la-  ca c'est une betise et demi!) font-ils pour apprendre plus à propos d’eux-mêmes? Nous n’avions pas encore entendu le défi de l'invitation indiqué ci-dessus. Donc, maintenant, je réfléchi, je repense, qu’est-ce vont ces dizaines de milliers de personnes qui viennent des quatre coins de la terre, y compris les Bethléemites, apprendre les uns des autres, y compris de leur propre identité?
Je me demande, qu’est-ce que les musulmans apprennent?  Les orthodoxes ?  Les catholiques ?  Les protestants et les autres ?  Qu’est-ce qu’ils apprennent sur eux-mêmes? Et les politiciens ? Les clercs ?  La police ?  Les soldats ?  Les étudiants et les enseignants ?   Apprennent-ils quelque chose de personnel a leur propre propos?
Belle et moi étions là, parmi eux, ainsi que 40 autres pèlerins. Nous étions à l'étroit, presque corps à corps, souriant les uns aux autres, aidant les jeunes amants à se glisser entre les corps rassembles, coude à coude, hanche a hanche,  faisant le possible pour que les jeunes enfants ne soient pas séparés de leurs parents nerveux, parlant dans des tons de conversation doux tout en essayant de déchiffrer le langage provenant à nous de la scène brillamment éclairé au côté de l'immense crèche.
Nous avons tous appris quelque chose le long de cette nuit paisible. La ville natale de tant de la parente importante du Fils de Dieu nous a enseigné à tous une leçon: Quand Jésus célèbre son anniversaire, tout le monde s’accorde, tout le monde sourit, tout le monde est trempé avec des souvenirs d'amour et de paix qui ne seront jamais oublié.

Belle et moi ensemble nous vous envoyons nos meilleurs souhaits de paix et de joie dans cet esprit.


Acabamos de regresar de un viaje de "peregrinación" religioso en Israel, también conocida como la Tierra Santa. Esta vez, mientras estábamos allí nos escuchamos una pequeña invitación profunda:
“Ven a menudo, trae a tus amigos católicos para que podamos llegar a saber quiénes somos.”
En esta época del año era una profunda reflexión que se nos presentó antes de ir para visitar Belén, así como el resto del territorio. Pensamos que estábamos allí para llegar a saber más acerca de lo que somos. Después de todo, estábamos visitando a Jesús en su ciudad natal y no teníamos ninguna idea de causar influencia sobre la comprensión de los Palestinos de sí mismo. Pero entonces, he estado pensando, el pueblo de Belén, nuestros anfitriones, ¿qué estaban aprendiendo acerca de sí mismos? Todavía no habíamos escuchado la invitación se ha dicho. Así que, ahora que lo pienso, ¿cuáles son esas decenas de miles de personas de todos los rincones de la tierra, entre ellos los de Belén, aprendiendo unos de otros, incluyendo su propia identidad?
Yo me pregunto, ¿qué están aprendiendo los musulmanes? ¿ Los ortodoxos, los católicos, los protestantes y los demás, que aprenden sobre sí mismos? ¿ Los políticos, el clero, la policía, los soldados, los estudiantes y los profesores que aprenden?
Belle y yo estuvimos allí, entre ellos, junto con otros 40 peregrinos. Estábamos en lugares cerrados, casi cuerpo a cuerpo, sonriendo a unos y a otros, ayudando a los jóvenes amantes deslizarse a través del paquete, asegurándose de que los niños pequeños no se separen de los padres nerviosos, hablando en tonos suaves, de conversación al intentar descifrar el lenguaje que viene a nosotros desde el escenario brillantemente iluminado por el lado de la enorme creche.
Todos aprendimos algo esta noche tranquila. La ciudad natal de muchos de los familiares importantes de Jesus,  nos enseñó a todos una lección: Cuando Jesús celebra su cumpleaños, todo el mundo se lleva bien, todo el mundo sonríe, todo el mundo se empapa con recuerdos de amante de la paz que nunca será olvidado.

Belle y yo les enviamos esto a todos ustedes en ese espíritu.