A Saturday Sky

The sky on Saturday evening was wonderful. The sun was about to set, while white cottony clouds reached heaven. Hues of shiny silver and light gray painted the celestial blue sky, and my mouth opened in praise. The wide horizon filled my heart with hope as the depth of the sky lead my thoughts to God. The blend of shades seemed to invite me to come and see His glory as my heart experienced eternity. His infinite grace displayed bright colors of magnificent magenta that delighted my soul. Scenic stillness calmed my mind, anticipating His steadfast love that would linger through the dark night, and my gratitude faithfully reserved for this Sabbath.

Think about these Things

Finally, brothers and sisters,
whatever things are true,
whatever things are honorable,
whatever things are just,
whatever things are pure,
whatever things are lovely,
whatever things are of good report;
if there is any virtue,
and if there is any praise,
think about these things.
(Philippians 4:8)

Hosanna!

Hosanna הושענא ὡσαννά
הושענא ὡσαννά Hosanna to the Son of David!
Blessed is the One who comes in the Name of the Lord!
הושענא ὡσαννά Hosanna in the highest heaven!

- Palm Sunday

Pater Noster

Pater noster qui es in caelis
Sanctificetur nomen tuum
Adveniat regnum tuum
Fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie
Et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris
Et ne nos inducas in tentationem
Sed libera nos a malo
Amen

My Alma Mater

With grateful hearts,
We sing your praise
Dear school our joy and pride
Where we were schooled in virtuous ways
In duty, truth, and courage tried.

Come boys, let’s sing in jubilee
Our Alma Mater true
And while we sail life’s darksome seas
Our thoughts hark back to you.

With you our hearts are full of joy
And we are proud to be your boys!

School Anthem - St. Stanislaus High School
A Jesuit institution working towards the greater glory of God - Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam (AMDG)
Motto: Born for Greater Things - Natus Ad Maiora

Alma Mater - Nourishing Mother

Thou Art the Ruler of the Minds of All People

Thou art the Ruler of the minds of all people,
Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy Name rouses the hearts
Of Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, and Maratha,
Of the Dravida and Orissa and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
Mingles in the music of Jamuna and Ganges
And is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea.
They pray for Thy blessings and sing Thy praise.
The saving of all people waits in Thy Hand,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny.
Victory, victory, victory to Thee.

Rabindranath Tagore

Have Thine Own Way, Lord

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.

Lyrics: Adelaide A. Pollard
Music: George C. Stebbins