Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Thank you for Registering

Thank you for registering to our course For more details and information, please contact us @ 917-854-0377

Sunday, June 18, 2017

T-Shirts by DHT

DHT T-SHIRT CAMPAIGN: Halloween & All Saints Day have passed, but Exodus 40 and DHT are working on a SAINTHOOD T-SHIRT Campaign that will inspire Catholic youth, young adults and adults to live Holy each day. We need YOU to be the messengers! Purchase a SAINTHOOD T-SHIRT for yourself, your family, friends, youth groups, Faith Formation Program, Youth Ministry, or parish groups.


BE AN ECHO OF THE GOSPEL: Join in the campaign and inspire Catholic youth, young adults, and adults to spread the Gospel. We need YOU to be the messengers! Purchase a BE AN ECHO of the Gospel T-Shirt for yourself, your family, and friends, who are in Faith Formation, and Youth Ministry.


BE AN ECHO OF THE GOSPEL: Join in the campaign and inspire Catholic youth, young adults, and adults to spread the Gospel. We need YOU to be the messengers! Purchase a BE AN ECHO of the Gospel T-Shirt for yourself, your family, and friends, who are in Faith Formation, and Youth Ministry.

The T-Shirt Costs $15 (SM, M, L, XL) / $18 (2XL, and 3XL)

Every day should be a call LIVE THE GOSPEL


Fill out the form and and we will call as soon as possible.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

SAINTHOOD T-Shirts! The Choice of a New Generation

DHT T-SHIRT CAMPAIGN: Halloween & All Saints Day have passed, but Exodus 40 and DHT are working on a SAINTHOOD T-SHIRT Campaign that will inspire Catholic youth, young adults and adults to live Holy each day. We need YOU to be the messengers! Purchase a SAINTHOOD T-SHIRT for yourself, your family, friends, youth groups, Faith Formation Program, Youth Ministry, or parish groups. Cost is $15 (SM, M, L, XL) / $17 (2XL, 3XL) A portion of your purchase will go to supporting a Seminarian preparing for the Priesthood.

Every day should be a time for Holiness!


Fill out the form, and we will call you as soon as possible!

Brought to you by 

Full Name:
Full Address:
2nd Telelphone#:
Black / Small – How many?:
Black / Medium – How many?:
Black / Large – How many?:
Black / Extra Large – How many?:
Black / 2x Large – How many?:
Black / 3x Large – How many?:
Question or Comment:


Sunday, September 18, 2016

DHT - Speakers Survey

For each of the following statements about the talk and speaker, please indicate whether you: Strongly Agree (1);
Somewhat Agree (2);
Neither Agree nor Disagree (3);
Somewhat Disagree (4);
Strongly Disagree (5).

Topic of Talk:

Who gave the talk? 
Was the Speaker on time? 
Did you feel that the
Speaker gave an effective talk on the Topic?
Did you feel that the Speaker’s talk was
appropriate for participants?
Did you feel that the Speaker was informative? 
Did you feel the Speaker spoke in the language
 appropriate to the participants?
Did you feel the group needed a discussion
lead by the Speaker?
Did the Speaker give an opportunity to
answer questions?
Did the Speaker respect the time schedule given? 
Did the Speaker look appropriate? 
Did the Speaker participate in the activities
of the group?
Did you feel that the Speaker invited the group
to Action or/and Service?
Please leave Comments or Suggestions:


Sunday, August 28, 2016

There is no way out…

By Juan Rodriguez

     No one could imagine the day when, or how they will die. I sure didn’t imagine “Death” would come for me and my daughter, Liliana. Tuesday, August 23rd 2016 would be one of the worst days of my life.

     Tuesday was my vacation day, and I had a perfect plan to take my daughter, Liliana, to the Museum of Natural History in Manhattan. Liliana was excited. We walked to the 46th Street – Bliss Street Station on Queen s Blvd, to catch the 7 Train. At our arrival, the signs directed us to take the 7 Train Northeast to 61st Street for a transfer to the 7 Train going into Manhattan. We boarded the 7 Train, and Liliana walked up to the window facing the North, she wanted to see her school, as the train was passin

g it. She turned to me with excitement saying, “Look Daddy, St Sebastian School, I can see my school.” She was so happy to see her school.

    We arrived at the 61st Street Station. We can see the Manhattan bound 7 Train, slowly coming into the station on the opposite side of the platform. The car was crowded, but since it was going express to Manhattan, I decided to take it. I told Liliana stand up against the wall, closest to the Train Conductor Booth door. Liliana was safe.

    Doors closed and the train was on the move to Manhattan. Thinking that we would make it to the Museum quickly on the express, the train had to go slow on the express line due to MTA Personal working on the tracks. I remembered holding the pole and watching Liliana as she was smiling towards me. She was using my old “IRiver” device, listening to music. I asked, “Are you ok.” She said with a smile, “I’m fine Daddy.”

     Suddenly, a lady asked out loud, “Does this suitcase belong to anyone?” I turned to see the woman. She was looking around and continued to repeat, “Does this suitcase belong to anyone?” Looking down, sitting up against the pole, I didn’t notice there was blue suitcase was right in front of me.

     That moment, turned from a time of joy, to an unexplainable nightmare. No one responded. We are on a 7 Train, bound for Manhattan, going at 5 miles an hour on an express line, and I cannot do anything. Liliana heard the woman, and knew something was wrong. The Lady could not contain her emotions. Her son said to her, “Mom, relax. It’s ok.” The woman responded to her son in an excited whisper, “Esto puede ser una bomba.” Liliana, and I picked the Spanish up quickly, “This could be a bomb.”

     She reached for the handle, and tried shaking the bag. It appeared to be heavy. Her son tried to open the bag. I had to stop him. With a stern voice I told him, “Don’t be a Champ, leave the bag alone.” I looked him in the eyes, I had no time for him to check something that could be a potential danger. Still, the unexplainable feeling of not escaping, of not protecting my daughter, just haunted me. I felt like the villain in the Twilight Zone episode, “The Obsolete Man”, who could not escape a bomb in a room. Time became his terror. Time became mine! The train continued to its destination, moving at a “snails” pace, and my daughter and I are in front of the suitcase.

     I turned to the door, where the MTA Train Conductor was stationed – I knocked on the door and spoke to him calmly of the situation. His face turned pale. He acted fast and called the authorities to be ready at the Queenboro Plaza Station. That was our final stop. I thought to myself, “Could that be Liliana’s final Birthday?”

     All I could do is pray. I said, “God, I am not ready to die. I’m not finished with Your work, and I want to see Liliana grow.” I looked to her and to the people – all I can say is, “Father, protect my daughter, these people, the people at the station, the law enforcement who will be courageous enough to check this suitcase.”

     I looked to the other side of the car, to see if I can get past the people, but I felt in me a strong hold – not to move since it would cause panic to the people, and most of all to my daughter. In my mind, all I could say, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? LEAVE!” I couldn’t. Something held me there. I could move, but I had no will power to even leave that spot. My eyes fell on the woman who called attention to the suitcase; she was about to burst. I had to be there only to defuse her from going off, while at the same time bearing the unpredictable death that could await my daughter at Queensboro Plaza. There was truly no escape.

     I recalled the story of Abraham, where God told him, “Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah. There offer him up as a burnt offering on one of the heights that I will point out to you.” (Genesis 22:2) My very being could only answer like Abraham, “Here I am!” (Gen 22:1) Terrible was that feeling. I can now imagine what Abraham felt to hear God tell him to sacrifice Isaac. Was I to do the same for my only daughter? How painful it was to experience those minutes, and yet I had to trust in my Father to care for us all, including my only daughter. We were face to face with that suitcase, like Abraham and Isaac were face to face with the dried wood to be used for sacrifice.

     According to the Catechism, “Abraham is the model of such obedience offered us by Sacred Scripture.” (CCC 144) He heard the voice of God and obeyed. I did not hear His voice, but felt a Will far greater than mine, which held me in the same position. I felt like a fool. In my mind I was yelling, “THIS IS MY CHILD!!!! GET OUT!” But I could not move, only listen from within, with no voice to assure me I was doing the right thing.

     The Catechism teaches us that “Abraham thus fulfills the definition of faith…” (CCC 146) In those moments, I looked to Liliana, and thought with all the terror in my mind and heart – I had to be at that moment the only “definition of faith” for her .I had to trust.

     We slowly entered the Queensboro Plaza Station. I wanted to shut my eyes, but again the feeling of leaving them open pressed on my heart and mind. The doors opened and the people rushed out. I took Liliana’s hand and walked her calmly out the doors. I turned to look at the suitcase. Suddenly, I saw a small woman rise up and walk towards the suitcase. She pulled up the handle, positioned the suitcase towards the doors, and began her exit. I walked up to her and said in Spanish, “Was that yours SeƱorita?” She said politely in Spanish, “Yes sir.” I told her, “Ma’am, we asked in English and Spanish if the suitcase belonged to anyone. You were sitting 3 feet away from it.” She replied, “Pardon me, I didn’t hear it. Please forgive me” She smiled and walked off like it was a great day. I looked at Liliana and laughed so hard! I got back into the 7 Train, told the Train Conductor it was a false alarm. He called off law enforcement. He opened the door and said, “Thank you so much.”

     Was this a set up to test my faith? Was the anxious lady, the polite Spanish woman, and the Train Conductor all part of God’s plan? An inescapable Trinitarian Plan? God, only you know – Thank you for blessing me with that test!

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Building Bridges: Learn From the String

By Juan Rodriguez – Director of DHT

     A string could be a great tool for a lesson on building bridges. I took this idea of using string from a youth leader I admire very much, Luis Gutierrez, demonstrating that images or objects can be used within Catechesis. It’s simple, gather the group and form a circle. Take a roll of string, and before you toss it to someone in the room, you want to compliment the person – the way he  or she looks, speaks, dresses, a talent – anything to get the persons attention. Then you hold on to the string and toss the roll to that person. What that person must do is simple – tell us his or her name, and share with us a gift or talent they have. Many surprises will come from this ice breaker – one of them being talents and gifts the group may be needing. When the person who receives the roll of string mentions his or name, everyone in the group greets that person with a “Hello” with their name. Each person who receives the roll of string, must hold on to the string while passing it to their neighbor. The string symbolizes the importance of communication, which is key to “Building Bridges.”

    The String is just the example – it represents the gift of communicating; the desire to interact with one another. There are no obstacles, and no boundaries stopping the connection – everyone listens, and everyone participates. The String is no different than a cell phone – it allows you to speak, text, or visually see a person you want to communicate too. The String is no different than your computer or mobile device – connected to the internet, it allows you to “artificially” see beyond your surroundings.

    If you were to replicate this ice breaker in your group, I dare you to tell the youth to drop the string, and then tell them to greet one another. Tell them to mention their names. See what happens. See how hard it is for them to communicate with one another. Even siblings or cousins in the group will feel awkward in greeting their family members. That’s the idea of the “String Ice Breaker”, it is to give youth leaders and youth ministers a real sense of what “Generation Z” is struggling with – a lack of real communication skills – something our old leadership can’t fathom or understand.

    Our work as Youth Leaders and Youth Ministers are to help build the Spiritual Bridges between families, and the parish life. A general plan or vision was offered to us by the Bishops of the United States called “Renewing the Vision.” They put in our hands a general template, and allowed us to “dream” and “imagine” what type of a Youth Ministry we could envision for our parish; one that is worth developing a comprehensive plan for Youth Ministry for our community.

    If I you were to go back into history, during the time of Joseph the Patriarch, who became the second ruler of Egypt, and ask him, “What would you recommend for me in doing to build the Kingdom of God.” I think his response would be, “Never stop Dreaming. Never stop interpreting images that God gives you. Let Him take charge of your life, and trust in His Wisdom.”

    A Youth Leader or Youth Minister has to have Passion for the Lord. That same Passion for Jesus means imitating His works. One has to DREAM. One has to IMAGINE. Take for example His visit to the Disciples on the Road to Emmaus; Jesus appeared to them in their time of despair. He wasted no time in convincing His brothers that it was “necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and enter into his glory?” (Luke 24:26) Our vocation is to go out into our world and convince our family, neighbors, and strangers that Jesus LIVES! Their response would be the same as the Disciples – “Stay with us.” Here is one of the examples Jesus gave us for “Building the Bridge.” We have to be convinced that our Passion for Him will not only change our lives, but those we encounter.

By reading Luke 24:13-35, can you describe what is missing in your plan of action to reach the hearts of the youth in your parish? Take some time and write it down. Share it with the Lord. I even dare you to ask the patron saint of your parish to speak to you. Share it with another youth minister, and see if your reflection or findings are correct.

The BRIDGE you build should be driven by your desire for Jesus. Reflecting on the testimony of the Disciples on the Road to Emmaus, you would not ignore the feeling of your “heart” burning within you. (Luke 24:32)