I feel called to aid in peace advocating and eradicating hunger and homelessness, especially in youth. I also feel called to help those who suffer abuse and neglect, especially children. Animals also need this protection. I pray now for healing the children of God suffering from these cultural ills and pray for the creation of a better culture and society for the children of the present and future. Amen <3

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I am nakedly following the naked Christ. Child of the Church, Healer of Pain. 

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What path leads you to love? To fulfillment? To joy? To freedom?

St. John the Baptist by Caravaggio 1602

With God in our heart our power is boundless, let us be wary of our faults, as God put them there to teach us, and hopefully not to smite us <3

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Probably the most beautiful depiction of Gabriel I've ever seen! This is exactly how he looks!

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Reverend Jowan Noel Francis Greenwood Salinas

I was called to be ordained as
Jowan Noel Francis Greenwood Salinas

I will be going by "Jo" to make my life simpler.

Jowan is the Cornish form of John, the name of the Apostle who was beloved of Jesus and writer of the Gospel.
He is the Patron Saint of love, authors, friendships, and loyalty.
What a gift God has led me to, and I accept this name humbly and cannot wait for my ordination and life as a minister.

When Suicide Occurs

If someone commits suicide,forgive them, for they are innocent in the eyes of God. He does not lead people away from salvation, but our humanity. When we do not succeed in carrying out our mission, we help others change theirs through pain. However, we must value all our lives, all of us, and show his mercy to ourselves before we act on our human weaknesses. WE must be the merciful ones. And if someone has killed themselves be merciful and forgiving, as they were led from their paths in hopes of peace from pain and anguish beyond your experience.

"We preach best when we need to learn most"
Luther, the movie

The Forget-Me-Not Baby Fairy <3

May 2016: My Current Reading List

"The Men They Will Become: The Nature, and Nurture of Male Character" By Eli H. Newberger, M.D.

"Spanish for Dummies" 2nd Edition By Belitz, Susana Wald, and Cecie Kraynak, MA

"American Medical Association Complete Guide to Men's Health" Edited By Angela Perry, M.D. and Mark Schacht, M.D.

"Angels in my Hair: The True Story of a modern-day Irish mystic" By Lorna Byrne (So far, lovely)

Mary

Healing from Parental Abuse 

A Bite of Good Reading: Alan Alda's Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself

The first of Alda's books I've read, he explains his love of speech giving, specifically about life starting and science. Alda's voice on the audiobook is mesmerizingly delightful and his book oozes with anecdotes and insight, some painful, but all full of the nectar of life. He's a true gift!

Fragile Faces

Some faces are carved from stone
And some strung of jewels and glass
When life's spirit returns and the spring yearns
Through one the candle's light must pass
Some make fun of the delicate ones
Yet through their eyes quite fair
I see colors of every vibrant shade
God's light show finds me there
Full of great suns and shade

Archangel Gabriel

Dagda

The Song of Wandering Aengus

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BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Donovan's "The Song of Wandering Aengus"

We have time travelers, they're called writers. 

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If you dropped me into oblivion, maybe I'd hit something, maybe not, but I'd be glad for our meeting.