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href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/12/sala-chat-dnde-para-chat.html' title='Sala chat a dónde Para Chat...'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-116432251812368740</id><published>2006-11-23T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:00:51.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Christ Roi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2633/1624/1600/381920/PICT0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2633/1624/320/460061/PICT0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temple d' Esquipulas... Guatémala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ce dimanche 26 novembre, nous fêtons le Christ Roi et terminons ainsi le cycle liturgique.&lt;br /&gt;Roi de quoi? De tout! C'est bien catholique de voir à tous et tout dans la perspective de la foi. Tandis que les sectes parlent plus de "seule":&lt;br /&gt;1- La foi&lt;br /&gt;2- La grâce&lt;br /&gt;3- La Bible&lt;br /&gt;4- Le Christ&lt;br /&gt;Et ils resteront seuls.&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette perspective du "tout" pour le Christ", du plerôme dont parle Saint Paul, il faut contempler la doctrine sociale de l'Eglise que vous trouverez facilement détaillée dans votre "Catéchisme Catholique". Connaissons cette belle doctrine sociale et étudions-la plus à partir d'ouvrages de spécialistes que nous trouverons dans Internet à profusion. Soyons conséquents dans notre engagement pratique dans le monde d'aujourd'hui et faisons "bien" et "mieux" notre mission en terre pour ainsi vivre mieux notre arrivée dans la "maison".&lt;br /&gt;Père Georges Toussaint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-116432251812368740?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116432251812368740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=116432251812368740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116432251812368740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116432251812368740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/11/le-christ-roi.html' title='Le Christ Roi'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-116197347315610277</id><published>2006-10-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:24:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En Webshots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/album/551869226vxlLnU"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb9.webshots.net/t/59/559/9/66/82/2716966820087535869WQhVkN_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/cristohermano"&gt;cristohermano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tenemos buenas fotos... Vaya a ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-116197347315610277?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116197347315610277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=116197347315610277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116197347315610277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116197347315610277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-webshots.html' title='En Webshots...'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-116060838776313793</id><published>2006-10-11T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:13:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Chapín...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #008080 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;  &lt;DIV align=center&gt;  &lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #a0c6e5 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma,sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cc99ff" face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color=#000000 size=5&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Para mí, ser Chapín significa o lo que se necesita para ser chapin &lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;es:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Levantarse corriendo para ir a trabajar porque te agarró la tarde&lt;BR&gt;A lo mucho, desayunar una taza de cafe&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Llegar al trabajo cinco minutos tarde o 1/2 hora más temprano de &lt;BR&gt;la hora de entrada&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Trabajar de sol a sol&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Salir corriendo del trabajo para llegar por lo menos al segundo &lt;BR&gt;período de la U&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Llegar a la U y darte cuenta que no había clases y aprovechar ese &lt;BR&gt;momento para ir a  fregar con los cuates con los que te ves todos &lt;BR&gt;los días pero fregas como que fuera la primera vez que los ves.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Entrar tardísimo a tu casa con ganas de todo pero sin tiempo para &lt;BR&gt;nada&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Esperar el miércoles para ir al cine 2x1 o esperar que sea jueves &lt;BR&gt;para pedir pizza 2x1&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Hacer parranda cualquier día de la semana sabiendo que al otro &lt;BR&gt;día hay que trabajar....&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Juntar dinero toda la semana para recargar tu celular el día de &lt;BR&gt;promoción DOBLE RECARGA&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Tener el celular más caro que pudiste comprar y guardártelo en el &lt;BR&gt;lugar más recóndito para que no te lo roben en la camioneta&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Mojar la champurrada en el café&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Comer pan con queso, con frijoles o con mantequilla&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Creer en nuestra selección de futbol aunque ya sepamos el final &lt;BR&gt;de... JUGARON COMO NUNCA...(el resto todos lo sabemos)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Aplaudirle o hacer venia a nuestros queridos "RICARDO ARJONA,  &lt;BR&gt;JAIME VIÑALS, HEIDI" ...y a todos los grandes de Guate&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Repetir orgullosamente que nuestro himno es el mejor del mundo &lt;BR&gt;aunque apenas nos sabemos las estrofas&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Almorzar caldo de res escuchando marimba&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Esperar el 15 de septiembre para los desfiles y ni salis a verlos &lt;BR&gt;ese día porque siempre llueve el 15 de septiembre&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Planificar todo un mes irse al puerto y el mero dia nadie va &lt;BR&gt;porque ese día llovió.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Preguntar lo evidente "¿hasta ahorita estás viniendo?" "Ala, ¿te &lt;BR&gt;mojaste?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- También afirmar lo evidente y lo repetis tanto como que con &lt;BR&gt;repetirlo fuera a cambiar... "Que frío va muchá" "Ala, que calor" &lt;BR&gt;"Hoy si está lloviendo fuerte va".. y cada uno que entra al lugar &lt;BR&gt;en donde estás lo vuelve a decir como si nadie supiera.....&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Sin faltar nuestro vocabulario que muchos envidian "Verdá que si, &lt;BR&gt;simón, pajas, nel, casacas, puchis, muchá, híjoles, tu cara,  &lt;BR&gt;vayaaaa!!, cuando?....cuando no?, pué (antes pues, ahora pué), &lt;BR&gt;vonós, pilas, chavo, chava, feriado, ya mero, chirís, ishporoco, te &lt;BR&gt;pago mañana jaja!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Eso, ni olvidar los domingos en la mañana día de iglesia y en la &lt;BR&gt;tarde para pasarlo con la familia que apenas mirás durante la &lt;BR&gt;semana o ir a ver al novio o novia y no puede faltar el típico atol &lt;BR&gt;de elote, tostadas, rellenitos, etc y regresar temprano a la casa &lt;BR&gt;para ir a ver la Academia o Bailando por un sueño.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;- Acostarse el domingo más tarde que cualquier otro día para el &lt;BR&gt;lunes llegar con menos ganas al trabajo...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;.... ¿somos o no somos especiales? ¿somos o no somos los mejores?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;1ro de enero&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Dia del cariño&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Semana santa (que ya mero se vuelve SEMANAS SANTAS)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;El día del trabajo, Día de la madre, Día del padre, El día del &lt;BR&gt;ejército, Día de la Independencia, Día del niño, Día de los muertos  &lt;BR&gt;o de volar barrilete, Noche buena, navidad, año nuevo, Día del &lt;BR&gt;lápiz, Día del borrador,Día del día más día de todos los días, la &lt;BR&gt;cosa es que siempre encontramos un pretexto para un churrasco, un &lt;BR&gt;café o un convivio para ver a los seres más queridos que tenés.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Recuerda también que gracia a los chapines existen aún eventos &lt;BR&gt;significativos com La Teletón, la huelga de dolores, el desfile del &lt;BR&gt;15 de septiembre, las diferentes protestas, huelgas, etc, etc&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;pregunto de nuevo... ¿somos o no somos especiales? ¿somos o no &lt;BR&gt;somos los mejores?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;La verdad puede que hayan países más bellos o no, puede que haya &lt;BR&gt;gente más linda o no, pero dime, ¿como te sentirías estando una &lt;BR&gt;noche sola y lluviosa a miles de kilómetros de aquí, talvez en &lt;BR&gt;Turquía o Israel o en Africa o cualquier otro país y de pronto &lt;BR&gt;escucharas a lo lejos el dulce sonido de nuestro fruto del hormigo &lt;BR&gt;"la marimba"  tocando FERROCARRIL DE LOS ALTOS o UN BALS PARA MI &lt;BR&gt;MADRE o LUNA DE XELAJÚ?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Pregunto de nuevo.. ¿somos o no somos especiales? ¿somos o no somos &lt;BR&gt;los mejores?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;SIN DUDA SER CHAPÍN ES LO MEJOR QUE ME HA PASADO EN LA VIDA, LA &lt;BR&gt;BENDICIÓN DE VIVIR EN UN PAÍS QUE SIENDO PEOR QUE ALGUNOS ES MUCHO &lt;BR&gt;MEJOR QUE OTROS.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;UN PAÍS DONDE EXISTE AÚN LA LIBERTAD DE EXPRESIÓN, DE LOCOMOCIÓN Y &lt;BR&gt;DE CULTO, DONDE AÚN HAY OPORTUNIDADES Y GENTE DESEOSA DE SALIR &lt;BR&gt;AVANTE.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;BENDITA SEA MI GUATE, SUS TIERRAS, SUS COSTUMBRES, SU GENTE, SUS &lt;BR&gt;PAISAJES...&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;GUATEMALA... 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La mejor conexión a Internet y &lt;b&gt;2GB&lt;/b&gt; extra a tu correo por $100 al mes. &lt;a href="http://net.yahoo.com.mx"&gt;http://net.yahoo.com.mx&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-116060838776313793?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/116060838776313793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=116060838776313793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116060838776313793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/116060838776313793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-chapn.html' title='Ser Chapín...'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-115958234024359407</id><published>2006-09-29T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:02:55.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenirs'/><title type='text'>Souvenirs de l'école primaire, Profondeville.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/Ginetti2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/Ginetti2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nous étions sages en 6e primaire. Depuis, les choses ont bien changé. Je deviens rêveur en les revoyant tous: certains sont déjà décédés. D'autres sont au loin. Albert est devenu "boucher" et moi "curé" comme nous le disions en première année. Monsieur Ginetti, notre instituteur, était un saint. Homme pieux et bon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Très responsable comme éducateur. Ses anciens élèves s'en souviennent encore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Il nous a appris sur Dieu et sur la vie. Il y mettait tout son coeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lors de la messe que j'ai célébrée chez lui, jeune prêtre récemment ordonné, il en a été fort ému. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hola, Monsieur Ginetti, bientôt nous serons nous aussi en vacances éternelles: ce qu'on va se marrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-115958234024359407?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/115958234024359407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=115958234024359407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115958234024359407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115958234024359407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/09/souvenirs-de-lcole-primaire.html' title='Souvenirs de l&apos;école primaire, Profondeville.'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-115845291476564645</id><published>2006-09-16T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:28:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ensayo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/photo/2386260880059959041HfouQH"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Webshots.com" src="http://thumb1.webshots.net/t/28/29/2/60/88/2386260880059959041HfouQH_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/lyndyknit"&gt;lyndyknit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que lindo zapato: se parece al que regaló Lulú a la Clara Luz... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-115845291476564645?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/115845291476564645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=115845291476564645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115845291476564645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115845291476564645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/09/un-ensayo.html' title='Un ensayo...'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-115685662624987157</id><published>2006-08-29T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T06:03:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the Belgian catholic Church, no blowing of new energies is seen. Perhaps some very local, promising accomplishments of a future. The lay ones are not prepared for the new times. The socialist paradise with a very well organized social machine, causes the existence of many taken advantage of the system. With time, that one machine is going to explode. The same picture of population of ages shows that the categories of active people labor will not be able either to maintain the people of retired age. The European world seems well fragile. Although the economic thing gives satisfactions at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-115685662624987157?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/115685662624987157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=115685662624987157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115685662624987157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/115685662624987157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/08/thinkings.html' title='Thinkings'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114886035823623042</id><published>2006-05-28T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:52:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un feliz domingo en México.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Este domingo 28 de mayo, tuvimos el agrado de celebrar la misa en la Parroquia de Elih, en el estado de México, ya. Después fuimos con amigos y su hijo José a comer en "El Lugar del Mariachí" a tres cuadras del Metro Oceania. El almuerzo fue amenizado por verdaderos Mariachís. Tomamos el Buffete y una cerveza negra bien fría. Terminando con el helado y el cafecito de ley.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gracias a Ustedes, queridos amigos por tan ameno momento. Abrazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jorge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/mex060527b%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/mex060527b%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/mex060527b%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/mex060527b%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/mex060527b%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/mex060527b%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114886035823623042?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114886035823623042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114886035823623042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114886035823623042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114886035823623042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/05/un-feliz-domingo-en-mxico.html' title='Un feliz domingo en México.'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114718114553919774</id><published>2006-05-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T06:25:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/yo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am I feeling more and more mercy when people tells me how much violence in their houses, between their parents, in their work? Why am I feeling more and more solidarity with people having problems or experiencing destructive passion and a sexual life making others their toys? Why do I hate wars and death? Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114718114553919774?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114718114553919774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114718114553919774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114718114553919774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114718114553919774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114606724437109055</id><published>2006-04-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:00:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/Reading_Test.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/400/Reading_Test.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114606724437109055?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114606724437109055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114606724437109055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114606724437109055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114606724437109055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114605747006566613</id><published>2006-04-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T06:37:25.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In running all day long, I don't take enough time for a very personal prayer. Sure, I celebrate more than one mass a day and that helps me a lot for keeping contact with my Lord. But I understand very well that prayer is the respiration of the soul. Without prayer, the spiritual life is dying. And quickly is the christian losing the sense of God in his life and the sense of all events in regard of grace. What you maybe ask is "which kind of prayer?" Maybe you imagine prayer is a lot of words mechanically said. It is an attitude of love, more than words, more than thinkings. It is a conviction to be in the presence of the Lord, all time long. It is a way to listen to Him. It is a way to see life and people. Prayer last longer in action and action in prayer. The good teachers are Jesus and his beloved mother Mary. Look at them; how they pray. They don't demand; they intercede for us and see our real necessities.&lt;br /&gt;Praying, I see the whole world in my mind and my heart. Praying, I am more concerned by what is happening in more lifes. Praying I see more the sense of death and the sense of lifes too. The Greatness of God, his Love, his Mercy are more comprehensible. And the little thing we are, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not difficult to pray. And it is. First, concentrate yourself in His presence. Make silence inside. Read something helping you as the gospel or some good text. Try to understand deeply what you read and talk about with Him. Or better, listen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems difficult to pray? I understand. Not the way to do it. But feeling like. It is due to the noise you have in your existence: money, the kids, your wife, your husband, the job, and so on. Make silence inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best regards. God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;Father Georges Toussaint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114605747006566613?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114605747006566613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114605747006566613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114605747006566613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114605747006566613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114531784575982169</id><published>2006-04-17T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:50:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;BODY LINK="#0000ff" VLINK="#800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;P&gt;This morning, our young people of our parish organized a very nice Cross Way with a very nice interpretation, full of faith. You can see the pictures of today at &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46805741@N00/tags/viacrucis2006/"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;FlickR.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5 COLOR="#0000ff"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=4 COLOR="#0000ff"&gt;It was great. I am a happy minister, with so a beautiful parish where people have love for each other and so much are changing of life. Better families, better youth. I hope it will be for ever. Nothing as a good formation of all, using middles as our theological school for leaders. And a continued effort to be present to all.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114531784575982169?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114531784575982169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114531784575982169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114531784575982169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114531784575982169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-minister.html' title='Happy Minister'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26041327.post-114494148370094102</id><published>2006-04-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:36:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ensayo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/1600/ANF12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2633/1624/320/ANF12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Con el afán de ver como resulta una plantilla de otro tipo de blog, probamos acá. Juntando los dedos en cruz ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Parece que lo hemos logrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hay cositas que conocer mejor. Poco a poco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiénes son? Jorgito de 2 años y su mamá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26041327-114494148370094102?l=jtoussaint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/feeds/114494148370094102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26041327&amp;postID=114494148370094102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114494148370094102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26041327/posts/default/114494148370094102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtoussaint.blogspot.com/2006/04/un-ensayo.html' title='Un ensayo...'/><author><name>Georges Toussaint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957312974725052539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/20/72857517_2b77e392cd_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
