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The Team of Inspires would like to apologize for the late edition of Ascension Presents: Father Mike Schmitz. It was supposed to have been published on the 20th. We forgot that we follow a different time zone. Again we are sorry for the delay. Thank you.

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio That is both an easy and a difficult question. Yes, I do present my true self to others. The moment I step outside of my house that is who I am, what you see is what you get. However, My jobs do not define me. My strengths do not define me. My weaknesses do not define me. My successes and failures do not define me. I am imperfect. Human. I am prone to error and misgivings. Despite of all these, according to Father Mike when God sees us for who we are as sons and daughters as we are, then, He would love us as we truly are in all our pristine form even while we were still just a thought in His Divine Plan. My identity is I am God's creation. May God love me as I am. God bless you my friend!

It is November 2068, Mr. Davenport just arrived in a small town. He came to visit his cousin Jacobson. It was a long flight. He was weary, no, he felt exhausted.  He told the driver to drop him off at the gates of Jacobson's vast property. He rang the doorbell. No one came to meet him. He rang the doorbell at least more than 20 times. Nothing. He saw that the iron gates were not locked. He opened it. He went inside while carrying his luggage. Then he saw the Manor. The last he had seen it was 10 years ago. Then, he saw the solid bridge. He thought to himself everything seems to be alright. Then, he wondered where could his cousin be? He went straight to the doorstep. Then, he knocked. And, he called out his cousin's name. He patiently waited. After what seemed like eternity Jacobson opened the door. Oh, Richardson, it is you!! How are we today? he added. And he exclaimed it has been a long time. You aged a bit cuz... Richardson re...

Peter's visitor is at it again. It started when the Autumn leaves turned into shimmering spectrum of shades of pastel colors. He noticed the bird when he woke up one morning while sipping his cup of tea, he saw the winged creature flying like a hummingbird by the mirror.  It was amusing the bird thought that the reflection it has seen was that of another. Then, he became somber as he realized that it was on the contrary a stark experience of a friendship. Why? Because from that unforgettable early cold morning the bird kept coming back to visit it's so-called friend. It became all the more endearing as he observed when he came back from Scotland that the bird is still a regular visitor. The bird he admired for the sole reason that though it was not real its' loyalty was sublime. Peter thought to himself. Such loyalty. Quite a splendid friendship. Then, he surmised come to think of it some human friendships though real could not compa...

Tod Trevor sat at the garden of the Saint Anthony Hospital. It was two o' clock. It was scorching hot. And he felt dead deep inside. He told his doctor what happened to him and the only thing that he could recall what Dr. Smith told him was that the things that happened to him were not okay. He remembered the police officer he talked to and he advised him to formally file charges. Tod thought for a moment and heaved a sigh of exhaustion. It's a cruel world indeed and he had to reconcile the fact that it is easier to be out of the picture. His friend from Birmingham told him to pray for Divine Justice. He did just that but he is still going through a lot. Tod looked out to the horizon and saw the sun glancing behind the clouds. He told himself people don't realize that they hurt people and even people whom they love. It was poignant. More so, it was plain sad. Then, he called his twin brother, Ted. Ted answered and asked how he was doing....

James Z. Carpio, writer In the meantime read other books for now. God Bless!

They stole everything from me. I was powerless. I had been in transit for too long. I was tired. I did not fight anymore. I was too weak. I just remember praying to God to help me.  Then, they stabbed me. I think that is all I can recall for now. To be continued...