I'm busy trying to find some stuff to put on this page.

By the way the above image is "borrowed" from the web page of Fr. Stan Fortuna.

Here's some stuff. I know it's all religious and stuff, but it's only the beginning...

Everyone has a different picture of my friend. People say good and bad things about my friend. But my friend does not mind what they say. My friend turns around and tells them to do good. If they listen my friend is happy, when they don't my friend is sad.

My friend is always there for me. When I am sad, happy or angry my friend is there to listen to and comfort me. My friend is there to play and laugh with me. And I am there to listen, play, laugh, and follow my friend. I am my friend's little child.

During my times of need my friend is there to carry me along the way. Jesus I thank you for always being there for me. Whether it was to play, laugh, comfort, or just to talk. You were and will always be there for me.

THANKS :)

As I stand in the crowd and watch as my Lord, Jesus, makes His way up to Golgotha, to be crucified, I realized that it was me who put Jesus upon that Cross. It was me who drove all those nails through his hands and feet. But not once did Jesus complain about what I was doing. Jesus just kept going on His way, stopping only to talk to His mother, Mary, to Veronica and the women of Jerusalem. Jesus fell three times under the weight of the Cross. The Cross being all the sins that I have committed. Jesus was now upon Golgotha, and I stood and watched as I, myself, nailed Jesus upon the Cross. Just before Jesus died, He spoke to John, one of His beloved disciples, and Mary, His mother, saying "Women, there is your son." and "There is your mother." I too was standing with John and Mary. As Jesus uttered his last words "Eli Eli lema sabachthani." Meaning "My God, My God why have you forsaken me?" I realized now that Jesus would always be there for me and that He will always forgive me for every nail and every time I put Him upon that Cross. Jesus will always be there for me no matter what I do for I am Jesus' little child. I am here to laugh, play, sing, and pray with Jesus. Thank You for all You have done for me. I will always love You. I know that You are truly within me no matter how bad I am, and that You will always care for me. I hope to be able to see you one day, but for now I will use all the images of you I can see, such as, my friends, me, the unborn, the poor, and anyone else who needs my help. But not only are You in these people, but You are in everyone in this world. And that you are in many images in the World.

As you walk through life remember to let God lead you. Just close your eyes and let out your hand and someone will lead you on your way. But if you open your eyes remember to always look for God even if He is in the smallest thing you see. It could be a smile, a hug, a tear, a person, a book, a place, an animal, but God will always have something to do with it. Remember to walk by faith and not by sight.

I wondered how Mary felt while watching her son carry his cross. I wondered what the pain was like knowing she could not help him. I wondered how Mary felt. I saw a glimpse of Mary’s pain when the Church was attacked because of the actions of men. Every time I turned around on the news, in the papers and magazines was another story on a priest who sexually abused someone. While these men committed a horrible act, they are to be pitied. How hard is it for humans to be placed on a pillar above the rest of their fellow humans. Double standard is the word that comes to mind. A life of vowed poverty, chastity and obedience for religious orders and chastity and obedience for diocesan priests. While these men are expected to help others who do wrong, they can do no wrong or it is all over the media. The life of a priest is not easy, everything they stand for is counter-cultural, but that is the life of a Christian.

Do we hear the stories of the priest who helps children prepare for sacraments, or of the priest who helps the child who’s parent(s) died not to be angry at God, or of the priest who helps bring special needs children on a trip to Lourdes, or of the priest who bring a community together to mourn the loss of it’s members, or of the priest who helps teenagers see that faith is good, or of the priest who helps a child deal with the loss of a child, or of the priest who helps console a mother who just had a miscarriage, or of the priest who helps comfort the sick and dying and their families, or of the priest who will offer his friendship and knowledge of life to someone who is confused? No, we don’t, maybe it’s time the media did stories on these the majority of priests and not the small minority who have done wrong. Priests are human like the rest of us, they like us are not perfect, they will make mistakes.

I like Mary stand and watch while those that I love suffer because of the actions of a few. I stand on the side watching my Church suffer, while I can do nothing to end the suffering, I can lessen it by praying for these men, that they seek they help they need, and by thanking those priests who have helped me, when I was lonely, needed comforting, advice, guidance, who answered my questions, and most of all gave me their friendship.

To Frs. Bill, Jim, Geno, John, Kevin, Paul, Mike, Brando, Ray, Tom, Doug, Gerry, Joe, Arthur, and any other priest who has touched my life, thanks for doing a good job at such a tough job. For Pope John Paul II, Archbishop John Joseph Myers, Cardinal Egan, Cardinal McCarrick, Cardinal O'Connor (RIP) and Cardinal Cooke (RIP) thanks for the words of wisdom given to your flocks, they, we, certainly are a tough crowd. I suffer along with Mary and watch while someone I love carries his cross. May the Blessed Mother continue to watch over the Church, most especially her priests. The life of a priest is not easy, but it is admirable and honorable to watch the "good" guys march on; they will always have my support and prayers. Thanks guys!

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