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    Mama Chuy, Faith With No Boundaries
    Mama Chuy, Faith With No Boundaries
    Mama Chuy, Faith With No Boundaries
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    Mama Chuy, Faith With No Boundaries

    By Noel Diaz

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    This book manifests the most pivotal events that a single mother had to endure, the one I called, my mother. She sacrificed herself to give me and to defend my life since the moment I was conceived. I describe in the same manner, her main efforts to support me, educate me and to carry me forward in through the midst of poverty and material limitations. I exalt in the description of this book, what the meaning of faith is.

    Today, with my heart and my eyes on God, I appreciate completely the value of life and what it means to give it for others just as so many mothers do day to day for their children. I am thankful to my mother for her example of sacrifice who not only knew how to carry her cross with courage and great faith, but also recognized her mistakes and failures and fought to fix them with tears of repentance of an example of life.

    I am sure that each person who has the opportunity to read the contents of this book, it will be of great inspiration to know that with Faith you can cross the lines of fear and insecurity and can go from being the victim to being victorious.

    The biggest success is within you as you figure out that your life is not an act of chance but of divine will and your life has a purpose written by God in your heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNoel Diaz
    Release dateFeb 7, 2014
    ISBN9781310288616
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      Mama Chuy, Faith With No Boundaries - Noel Diaz

      This book is dedicated to the loving memory of my dear mother, a woman who by God’s design and will, not only gave birth to me but unselfishly dedicated her life and attention to my well-being. She was more than just a caregiver she was my teacher and guide and from her I have learned the meaning of faith. I cherish her legacy and thank God for the many years. He allowed for me to share with her She has been and continues to be my source of inspiration, as I try my best to be a good father and to teach my children as I have been taught, with the hopes that they will do the same with their families.

      In loving memory and eternal gratitude to my beloved mother.

      * * * * * * * * * * * * *

      ACKNOWLEDGMENT

      I thank God for enveloping me with His love and for blessing me with Sara, an amazing woman and wife, the mother of our wonderful children, and a faithful companion, in whom I have found understanding and unconditional support. United in our wedded love, we celebrate together the blessings of life.

      To Robert Fernandez, for helping and counseling me so that the creation of this book, written in such a unique and inspirational way, would bless and inspire readers.

      To Rosie Gómez and Rosy Aguilar, members of El Sembrador, for their helpful suggestions, input and time that made this book a reality.

      To the Ministry of El Sembrador and all its members, who always treated my dear mother with so much love and respect.

      And to God, I express my utmost gratitude, for allowing me the opportunity to honor the person that in His providence, was the source of my life.

      With utmost appreciation,

      Noel Díaz

      * * * * * * * * * * * * *

      PART ONE

      * * * * * * * * * * * * *

      THE HOSPITAL

      As the morning sun began to peer through the venetian blinds of the hospital room, the drowsy man rubbed sleep from his eyes. His back ached. Sleeping on a hospital couch can never guarantee one a good night’s sleep. It took a moment for Noel to remember where he was and how he had gotten there.

      Turning his head, he gazed at the award that had been given to him a few nights earlier by Cardinal Roger Mahony of Los Angeles in recognition for his work.

      Donning a tuxedo and accompanied by his beloved wife, Sara and their children, he had joined hundreds of people in an elegant ballroom. He remembered looking across the room at the guests made up of prominent citizens as well as bishops, priests and nuns. It was a far cry from the surroundings he had grown up in, the poverty he had known. His thoughts wandered until a nudge brought him back to the moment. I think you’re about to be called, Sara whispered. Don’t be nervous.

      Noel’s eyes darted back to Cardinal Mahony at the podium, quickly straightening his bow tie before finding himself called up on stage. He was thankful to have Sara by his side.

      There is really no one else in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles that is reaching more people for Christ as the person we are here to acknowledge and honor. As a young boy of 7, he shined shoes on the streets of Tijuana in order to buy clothes for his First Communion. As a young man, he traveled to Los Angeles in order to get a job and earn enough money to eventually bring his devoted mother. By a work of Providence he came to know the Bible and as he is fond of saying, he ‘fell in love with the Word of God.’ The more he read the more he wanted to share the Bible’s treasures. He received and answered to the calling from God to teach His word. His little group numbered five, eventually growing to sixty people. A place to hold these meetings was soon found in the cafeteria of Saint Thomas the Apostle Parish. Before long, attendance grew to one thousand. His desire to promote evangelization led to the creation of El Sembrador —The Sower— a Spanish speaking spiritual outreach that now ministers to thousands through 5 annual congresses which are held in the Los Angeles Sports Arena and a growing television network that reaches Hispanics around the globe. Ladies and gentlemen: Noel Díaz.

      As the room erupted into applause, Noel took to the podium with Sara at his side. He was overwhelmed by the encouragement and the many events that had led him to that moment. After thanking God, the Cardinal, his pastors and the dedicated staff of El Sembrador, he paused. Then he leaned into the microphone.

      I want to thank a woman I admire very much, he said. A woman that due to circumstances in her youth, had to work in a city far from relatives or family. She was alone. She got pregnant. Her friends advised her to get rid of the baby—to have an abortion.

      The room went silent.

      To the surprise of her friends, Noel continued. "The young woman, decided against it. In the midst of her own poverty and lack of means, she gave birth to a child. As soon as she was able to do so, she took her newborn to church and gave thanks to God for the baby, promising to devote herself to his well-being. She kept her promise. She dedicated herself entirely to the child.

      "As the child grew she became an example and teacher to him. She taught him about life. She taught him faith. She taught him to have compassion for others. She taught him to serve.

      "I would like to dedicate this award to that woman...

      my mother."

      * * * * * * * * * * * * *

      MARÍA

      Colima, México-1931

      Seven-year-old María peeked under the swinging doors. She heard raucous laughter blending with the scratchy ranchera playing on the radio. The dilapidated old place was busy. It wasn’t yet 6 o’clock in the afternoon, and already there was more than one person passed out on the counter.

      Timidly she poked her head inside, trying to see past the smoke and the customers, doing her best to do what she had been sent to.

      ¡Escuincla ! ¿Qué haces aquí ? This is no place for— The fat man with bulgy eyes and untrimmed mustache reeking of pulque and sweat made María leap back in surprise.

      Ah, María! It’s you, chortled the man. And I bet I know who you are looking for.

      Is he here? María replied. Although she never stepped inside, the men that frequented the place had gotten used to seeing the little girl, who was often sent by her mother on the same mission.

      My Papá…is he here? she asked.

      The fat man looked sympathetically at the little girl. Then he turned and yelled out, Jose!

      Hearing no reply, he yelled out even louder, Jose!

      The fat man turned to María, motioning with his hands not to worry. With a sigh, he got to his feet and made his way to another customer, who was draped over a table, a few empty bottles sitting side by side.

      Come! the fat man said, as he helped the drunkard to his feet. Someone’s here to see you.

      The fat man, drunk himself, brought María’s even more inebriated father outside and leaned him against the wall, whereupon he slowly slid to the sidewalk.

      The fat man simply laughed, turned and made his way back into the cantina. María ran to her father.

      ¡Papá! She pulled on his shirt. Come. Mamá wants you! She pulled again. ¡Papá !

      The only reaction was a low, sickly moan.

      ¡Papá, por favor!

      The man would not budge and María wanted nothing more than to leave, but her mother had asked for him and María would do anything to oblige. Sick as she had been lately, her mother did everything in her power to provide for María and her siblings with what little she could, in spite of her husband’s habit of drinking away what salary he had managed to bring home that week. Mamá needed her Papá and she would do anything for her mother.

      It was only after repeated pleadings that there was some sign of life; her father managed a slow, stupefied stretch, wiping some of the filth off his face with his shoulder.

      ¡Quítate! ...Go away!

      Mamá says—

      Go! Pushing her away, he turned, curled up against the wall and just as quickly, fell back into a stupor, mumbling his grievances.

      The sound of giggles drew María’s attention away from her father to a little girl sitting nearby. All cheeks, big brown eyes and runny nose; the drunkard seemed comical to her.

      María picked up her little sister, hoisting her on her hip while wiping a few tears from her own face. She was too busy helping

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