The most recent post on the subject of tears compelled a missionary friend of mine who speaks Spanish to send me a link to the above music video. Singer Juan Luis Guerra is a hugely popular musician in Latin America, Spain and much of Western Europe too. At some point prior to 2004 Juan Luis Guerra came to faith in Jesus Christ. He released an album shortly thereafter entitled "Para Ti" - For You. The album is the artists expression of gratitude for His Heavenly Father. One of the most popular songs on the album is called "Mi Padre Mi Ama" and was produced with the intention of depicting the Father's love through an earthly father who carries his son to the finish line. Get a box of kleenex's and watch the video. Courtesy of my friend Brian the words of the song are translated into English below.
"Me Padre Me Ama" (My Father Loves Me)
Me Padre me ama tanto que
My Father loves me so much that
su hijo dio por mi
He gave His son for me
por siempre las gracias le dare
For ever I will give Him thanks
Me ha dado su Espiritu y verdad
He has given me His Spirit and truth
bendito mi Senor
Blessed be my Lord
a su lado nada temere
By His side I will not fear anything
Y cantare...
And I will sing
Coro:
Mi padre me ama tanto (JLG: el me ama tanto)
My father loves me so much (He loves me so much)
su amor es eterno y santo (JLG: eterno y santo)
His love is eternal and holy (eternal and holy)
tan grande que no peudo entender (JLG: no peudo entenderlo)
So great that I cannot understand (can't understand)
no puedo entenderlo
I can't understand
Me viste de ropa fina
He dresses me in fine clothes
me anhela y me dio su vida
He longs for me and He gave me his life
gloria, aleluya, Padre fiel
Glory, Hallelujah, faithful Father
Mi Padre me ama tanto que
My Father loves me so much that
soy su heredero
I am His heir
me ha dado su nombre y su poder
He has given me his name and his power
Me viste de gloria y de bondad
He clothes me with glory and goodness
bendito mi Senor
Blessed be my Lord
a mi Dios por siempre exaltare, siempre
I will exalt my God for ever, ever
Y cantere
And I will sing
Coro:
Mi padre me ama tanto (JLG: el me ama tanto)
My father loves me so much (He loves me so much)
su amor es eterno y santo (JLG: eterno y santo)
His love is eternal and holy (eternal and holy)
tan grande que no puedo entender (JLG: no peudo entenderlo)
So great that I cannot understand (can't understand)
no peudo entenderlo
I can't understand
Me viste de ropa fina
He dresses me in fine clothes
me anhela y me dio su vida
He longs for me and He gave me his life
gloria, aleluya, Padre fiel
Glory, Hallelujah, faithful Father
Oh gracias Rey
Oh thank you my King
Coro:
Su amor nunca cambia (nunca cambia) (JLG: nunca cambia)
His love never changes (never changes)
su amor es benigno y tierno (es benigno y tierno)
His love is gracious and tender (is gracious and tender)
su amor todo puede y es eterno (JLG: eterno)
His love can do all things and is eternal (eternal)
gloria, amen
Glory, amen
Mi Padre me ama tanto (JLG: el me ama tanto)
My Father loves me so much (he loves me so much)
su amor es eterno y santo (JLG: eterno y santo)
His love is eternal and holy (eternal and holy)
tan grande que no puedo entender (JLG: no peudo entenderlo)
So great that I can't understand (I can't understand it)
no puedo entender
I can't understand
Me viste de ropa fina
He dresses me in fine clothes
me anhela y me dio su vida
8 comments:
PART ONE:
You will need more Kleenex to read this:
[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]
"I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.
But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.
Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.
Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?
And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.
"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''
But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''
"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''
Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''
That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''
(SEE PART TWO)
PART TWO:
"And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.
``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.
Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''
How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.
Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?
Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.
``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''
And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.
That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.
``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.'' "
What do you bet that on The Day of The Lord, Rick will get his wish?
I'm JOYFULLY betting all eternity on it. :)
Love, L's
Wow, this was awesome! Thanks for the interpretation, too.
Thanks for the story Christiane. Incredible.
Christiane,
Thanks for the explanation of the father-son relationship. It will be on our church bulletin board Sunday.
It reminded me a little of what I tried when I was 48: “Hey! Tomorrow I’m going to finish a marathon to prove nutrition will help anyone.”
My wife said, “All it’s going to prove is you’re crazy.” (The only running I’d done was run a computer.)
It was ever runner’s dream…seeing the tape, having my picture taken, hearing the roar of the crowd, but the sweat in my eyes and my concrete legs told me it was no dream. I was sad…hearing footsteps coming fast. The winner broke the tape while passing an old guy with thirteen miles to go.
I didn’t learn much the first half, but the last half inspired a poem. My prayer to run all the way was answered, “You’ve got to be kidding.”
After fifteen miles I learned the greater praise in the Bible was not “They shall fly as eagles”, but “they shall walk and not faint.”
I would say “fourth” when asked how I placed…their look of disbelief would change to a smile when I’d add, “But I’m not saying which end I’m referring to.” (Wasn’t smart skipping breakfast…approaching six hours—grass looked like food. Couldn’t go to work for three days.)
NUTRITION
A runner without a message or purpose
Will not finish the race.
A runner with good news to tell
Will endure pain, regardless the pace.
With no practice he set out to show
What can be done without the sweets of life.
A message of no sugar on his shirt had faded,
But not the message in his heart to his wife.
Why did he hurt that twenty-six miles?
Was it just to be seen:
Was it ambition and pride,
Or only a plea to you and me?
Hi REX RAY,
Good Morning!
I 'stole' the article from a site that 'stole' it from Sports Illustrated Magazine (you know, the magazine that once a year does the swimsuit edition, yes, that one). The author of the article is one Rick Reilly. So, all in all, I'm not sure how many laws I've broken here, but my only defense is that I was overcome by the video and wanted to learn more about the Hoyts. Reading the story, I had to bring it here.
Now, Rex, what's this I hear about locking your wife and your dog in the trunk of a car? This is, of course, a joke? Of course. And a good one. I loved it. :)))))
BTW thanks for the info about the on-line publication of the Codex Sinaiticus Bible. What a treasure for scholars. I hope now that the original codices are returned to the care of the Orthodox monks on Mt. Sinai. They are the guardians of these treasures.
Love, L's
Wade, thank you for this.
It seems to me that if they thought there was nothing going on in his brain, and they were this far wrong, then there must be a lot more to our brains than modern medicine knows. And we think we know so much. Gives one pause!
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