Daily Readings for Lent
Today's readings: March 30, 2011
First Reading: Dt 4:1, 5-9
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 147:12-13, 15-16, 19-20 ;
Gospel: Mt 5:17-19 ;
And here's an audio file and a video of a priest offering reflections.
I am off on a short retreat this week. Please say lots of prayers for you and yours, and the world.
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday First Week of Lent
Daily Readings for Lent
Today's readings: March 17, 2011
First Reading: Est: 12, 14-16, 23-25
Responsorial Psalm: 138: 1-2ab, 2cde-3, 7c-8
Gospel: Matthew 7:7-12 ;
And here's an audio file and a video of a priest offering reflections.
Happy St. Patrick's Day !!!!
Today's readings: March 17, 2011
First Reading: Est: 12, 14-16, 23-25
Responsorial Psalm: 138: 1-2ab, 2cde-3, 7c-8
Gospel: Matthew 7:7-12 ;
And here's an audio file and a video of a priest offering reflections.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Ash Wednesday
Today's Readings for Ash Wednesday, March 9, 2011 (text) (audio) & reflections.
Basic Rules for Lent
Lent is a time for more prayer and almsgiving. Fasting and abstinence. Fasting obliges all Catholics, age 18 through 59, to refrain from eating between meals and to limit their eating to one full meal and two lighter meals a day. And abstinence, which obliges those 14 years of age and older not to eat meat. Ash Wednesday and Good Friday include both fasting and abstinence. And every Friday in Lent is a day without meat. (with Good Friday being both abstaining from meat and fasting).
Many people also give up things like chocolate, alcohol, watching a favorite TV show, or in other cases, Facebook. Some use the time as a way to make good on New Year's resolutions - like go to the gym 3 times a week. While these ideas are all good to increase one's discipline - the focus should really be, the things or habits or practices that keep you from loving God with all your heart, mind and soul. Spending more time to grow in your relationship with God is the sweet spot.
Put aside some time prayer and reflection. Read the Bible. Go to daily mass or confession when offered. Visit the sick in a hospital or a nursing home. It is somewhat ironic, because these acts will really bring you closer to God, and they are not a burden once you try and actually do these things. The irony? These little acts of kindness will make you feel better, and allow Jesus to accomplish what He wanted to for all of us. He wants to make our joy complete. Trust Him, He loves you.
Basic Rules for Lent
Lent is a time for more prayer and almsgiving. Fasting and abstinence. Fasting obliges all Catholics, age 18 through 59, to refrain from eating between meals and to limit their eating to one full meal and two lighter meals a day. And abstinence, which obliges those 14 years of age and older not to eat meat. Ash Wednesday and Good Friday include both fasting and abstinence. And every Friday in Lent is a day without meat. (with Good Friday being both abstaining from meat and fasting).
Many people also give up things like chocolate, alcohol, watching a favorite TV show, or in other cases, Facebook. Some use the time as a way to make good on New Year's resolutions - like go to the gym 3 times a week. While these ideas are all good to increase one's discipline - the focus should really be, the things or habits or practices that keep you from loving God with all your heart, mind and soul. Spending more time to grow in your relationship with God is the sweet spot.
Put aside some time prayer and reflection. Read the Bible. Go to daily mass or confession when offered. Visit the sick in a hospital or a nursing home. It is somewhat ironic, because these acts will really bring you closer to God, and they are not a burden once you try and actually do these things. The irony? These little acts of kindness will make you feel better, and allow Jesus to accomplish what He wanted to for all of us. He wants to make our joy complete. Trust Him, He loves you.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Thursday after Ash Wednesday
Today's readings: February 18, 2010
First Reading: Dt 30:15-20;
Responsorial Psalm: 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6 ;
Gospel: Lk 9:22-25;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page).
And here's an audio file; and a video of a priest offering reflections.
First Reading: Dt 30:15-20
Moses said to the people:
“Today I have set before you
life and prosperity, death and doom.
If you obey the commandments of the LORD, your God,
which I enjoin on you today,
loving him, and walking in his ways,
and keeping his commandments, statutes and decrees,
you will live and grow numerous,
and the LORD, your God,
will bless you in the land you are entering to occupy.
If, however, you turn away your hearts and will not listen,
but are led astray and adore and serve other gods,
I tell you now that you will certainly perish;
you will not have a long life
on the land that you are crossing the Jordan to enter and occupy.
I call heaven and earth today to witness against you:
I have set before you life and death,
the blessing and the curse.
Choose life, then,
that you and your descendants may live, by loving the LORD, your God,
heeding his voice, and holding fast to him.
For that will mean life for you,
a long life for you to live on the land that the LORD swore
he would give to your fathers Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”
Responsorial Psalm
1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6
R. (40:5a) Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Blessed the man who follows not
the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the company of the insolent,
But delights in the law of the LORD
and meditates on his law day and night.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
He is like a tree
planted near running water,
That yields its fruit in due season,
and whose leaves never fade.
Whatever he does, prospers.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Not so the wicked, not so;
they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
For the LORD watches over the way of the just,
but the way of the wicked vanishes.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Gospel
Lk 9:22-25
Jesus said to his disciples:
“The Son of Man must suffer greatly and be rejected
by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes,
and be killed and on the third day be raised.”
Then he said to all,
“If anyone wishes to come after me, he must deny himself
and take up his cross daily and follow me.
For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it,
but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it.
What profit is there for one to gain the whole world
yet lose or forfeit himself?”
The reflections for February 18th offered by Phil Miles on the video link above is a very powerful two minute clip. Well at least it was for me. You see, I was guilty of the shortcoming shared by Phil. He describes a period in his life where he was very active in community service, but at the expense of his family. Lent is a great time for getting your priorities straight.
First Reading: Dt 30:15-20;
Responsorial Psalm: 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6 ;
Gospel: Lk 9:22-25;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page).
And here's an audio file; and a video of a priest offering reflections.
First Reading: Dt 30:15-20
Moses said to the people:
“Today I have set before you
life and prosperity, death and doom.
If you obey the commandments of the LORD, your God,
which I enjoin on you today,
loving him, and walking in his ways,
and keeping his commandments, statutes and decrees,
you will live and grow numerous,
and the LORD, your God,
will bless you in the land you are entering to occupy.
If, however, you turn away your hearts and will not listen,
but are led astray and adore and serve other gods,
I tell you now that you will certainly perish;
you will not have a long life
on the land that you are crossing the Jordan to enter and occupy.
I call heaven and earth today to witness against you:
I have set before you life and death,
the blessing and the curse.
Choose life, then,
that you and your descendants may live, by loving the LORD, your God,
heeding his voice, and holding fast to him.
For that will mean life for you,
a long life for you to live on the land that the LORD swore
he would give to your fathers Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”
Responsorial Psalm
1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6
R. (40:5a) Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Blessed the man who follows not
the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the company of the insolent,
But delights in the law of the LORD
and meditates on his law day and night.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
He is like a tree
planted near running water,
That yields its fruit in due season,
and whose leaves never fade.
Whatever he does, prospers.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Not so the wicked, not so;
they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
For the LORD watches over the way of the just,
but the way of the wicked vanishes.
R. Blessed are they who hope in the Lord.
Gospel
Lk 9:22-25
Jesus said to his disciples:
“The Son of Man must suffer greatly and be rejected
by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes,
and be killed and on the third day be raised.”
Then he said to all,
“If anyone wishes to come after me, he must deny himself
and take up his cross daily and follow me.
For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it,
but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it.
What profit is there for one to gain the whole world
yet lose or forfeit himself?”
The reflections for February 18th offered by Phil Miles on the video link above is a very powerful two minute clip. Well at least it was for me. You see, I was guilty of the shortcoming shared by Phil. He describes a period in his life where he was very active in community service, but at the expense of his family. Lent is a great time for getting your priorities straight.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Palm Sunday of the Lord's Passion
Today's readings: April 5, 2009
Reading One: Is 50:4-7 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 22:8-9, 17-18, 19-20, 23-24 ;
Second Reading: Phil 2:6-11 ;
Gospel: Mk 14:1—15:47 or 15:1-39 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Listen to the readings. They are long readings, but very good words. Happy Palm Sunday. A day of rest. Ahhhh!
Reading One: Is 50:4-7 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 22:8-9, 17-18, 19-20, 23-24 ;
Second Reading: Phil 2:6-11 ;
Gospel: Mk 14:1—15:47 or 15:1-39 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Listen to the readings. They are long readings, but very good words. Happy Palm Sunday. A day of rest. Ahhhh!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Thursday - Fifth Week of Lent
Today's readings: April 2, 2009
Reading One: Gn 17:3-9;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 105:4-5, 6-7, 8-9 ;
Gospel: Jn 8:51-59;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Today gets us closer toward the final days before we begin Holy Week. During Holy Week, we are asked to take the journey to the next level and really focus on what changes we need to make in ourselves, to make us more pleasing in God's sight. The video reflections for today were very helpful for me. More time for prayer, more time works of charity, more time for drawing deeper and deeper into a loving relationship with God, and with all His children.
I find it hard to make any comments on today's readings. For some time, I have been sitting in front of my computer... with this... I got nothing feeling. I prayed about it, and I keep getting back to this same story, feeling like I am supposed to share it. So, the experience relates to the power of prayer, which is something, everyone could do more of, especially as we approach Holy Week. A few days ago, I mentioned a wonderful experience that happened on Dec. 3, the feast day of St. Francis Xavier. Now at the time this happened, I was not really in tune with this day being St. Francis Xavier's feast day, but when the day came around each year, I remembered what happened, and as such I made note of it. Many years later, a good friend who was a former student in a confirmation class (the one that called itself Azariah's prayer, from yesterday's post), wanted to go to Xavier. In truth, he is much more than a good friend to me, in a lot of ways, I like to think of him as a son I never had, because we have spent a lot of time together and he was been very helpful to me when I needed an extra set of strong hands. Yes, I love him. A Great kid. So, I found myself on November 13 last year praying before mass, and I realized I had not spent much, if any! time praying that he would, God willing, get into the college he wanted to go to. I felt badly for this, but I had gotten caught up in all kinds of daily pressures, as we all fall prey to from time to time. I came to this realization because it was the feast day of St Frances Xavier Cabrini, a.k.a Mother Cabrini who founded a ton of hospitals, schools and orphanages. So I said a prayer, it was really short, having just started to pray about it. Honestly, I think was no more that 25 words into the prayer - asking Mother Cabrini to please tug on St Francis Xavier's sleeve and ask him to help my buddy in his desire to go to Xavier. Then _BAM, a remarkable thing happened. I felt I got an answer, in that little voice that comes out of nowhere. It said - He's in, and he will get the news today. OK, Awesome! So, after mass I called his house and shared the prayer moment with his mom. It was right after mass about 8:00 am. Guess what - in that days mail, November 13th, he got the acceptance letter. BAM!
Rest assured, it has nothing to do with me, at the time I felt like I was so little, just a spec of dust is how I felt about myself in terms of being important. I also felt very blessed by God. Just be little, as young St. Theresa of Lisieux, the little flower liked to say. I was reading several books by another Teresa, St. Teresa of Avila, who offers amazing insights into prayers, and she said it much better than I ever could. She is the first female doctor of the Catholic church. Something like, the more humble you feel about yourself, the more powerful your prayers, since they are welcomed, just as a parent would listen more eagerly to a gentle, humble child than a brazen child who is noisy and prideful. It makes sense if you think about it. Be tiny. The least is the greatest.
The truth of the matter is, that when you share experiences like this with others, you are very likely to get responses that are quick to jump on you for NOT being humble. hahaha. There is an irony there, huh. Responses like - Who do you think you are, you are so arrogant, you are so annoying, shut up with your prayer stuff, you are supposed to pray alone in your room. It is easy to parse the bible in a way to attack, it happens every day. It took me a while, but I learned this too was a blessing. Because oddly enough, it'll keep you humble, when people tell you to just be quiet, get lost, shut up, especially if all you are trying to do is tell them how great God is, and only want to share something wonderful you feel, in hopes that they might seek the wonderful feeling, that God so freely gives, to His children who only want to love Him with everything they have to offer.
Anyway... time for me to stop for today. phew... I got something posted for today, when all I had to begin with, was nothing. ahhaha. Since St. Francis Xavier was a Jesuit, which was founded by St. Ignatius of Loyola - here's a prayer song of St. Ignatius' prayer - Dedication to Jesus.
Reading One: Gn 17:3-9;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 105:4-5, 6-7, 8-9 ;
Gospel: Jn 8:51-59;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Today gets us closer toward the final days before we begin Holy Week. During Holy Week, we are asked to take the journey to the next level and really focus on what changes we need to make in ourselves, to make us more pleasing in God's sight. The video reflections for today were very helpful for me. More time for prayer, more time works of charity, more time for drawing deeper and deeper into a loving relationship with God, and with all His children.
I find it hard to make any comments on today's readings. For some time, I have been sitting in front of my computer... with this... I got nothing feeling. I prayed about it, and I keep getting back to this same story, feeling like I am supposed to share it. So, the experience relates to the power of prayer, which is something, everyone could do more of, especially as we approach Holy Week. A few days ago, I mentioned a wonderful experience that happened on Dec. 3, the feast day of St. Francis Xavier. Now at the time this happened, I was not really in tune with this day being St. Francis Xavier's feast day, but when the day came around each year, I remembered what happened, and as such I made note of it. Many years later, a good friend who was a former student in a confirmation class (the one that called itself Azariah's prayer, from yesterday's post), wanted to go to Xavier. In truth, he is much more than a good friend to me, in a lot of ways, I like to think of him as a son I never had, because we have spent a lot of time together and he was been very helpful to me when I needed an extra set of strong hands. Yes, I love him. A Great kid. So, I found myself on November 13 last year praying before mass, and I realized I had not spent much, if any! time praying that he would, God willing, get into the college he wanted to go to. I felt badly for this, but I had gotten caught up in all kinds of daily pressures, as we all fall prey to from time to time. I came to this realization because it was the feast day of St Frances Xavier Cabrini, a.k.a Mother Cabrini who founded a ton of hospitals, schools and orphanages. So I said a prayer, it was really short, having just started to pray about it. Honestly, I think was no more that 25 words into the prayer - asking Mother Cabrini to please tug on St Francis Xavier's sleeve and ask him to help my buddy in his desire to go to Xavier. Then _BAM, a remarkable thing happened. I felt I got an answer, in that little voice that comes out of nowhere. It said - He's in, and he will get the news today. OK, Awesome! So, after mass I called his house and shared the prayer moment with his mom. It was right after mass about 8:00 am. Guess what - in that days mail, November 13th, he got the acceptance letter. BAM!
Rest assured, it has nothing to do with me, at the time I felt like I was so little, just a spec of dust is how I felt about myself in terms of being important. I also felt very blessed by God. Just be little, as young St. Theresa of Lisieux, the little flower liked to say. I was reading several books by another Teresa, St. Teresa of Avila, who offers amazing insights into prayers, and she said it much better than I ever could. She is the first female doctor of the Catholic church. Something like, the more humble you feel about yourself, the more powerful your prayers, since they are welcomed, just as a parent would listen more eagerly to a gentle, humble child than a brazen child who is noisy and prideful. It makes sense if you think about it. Be tiny. The least is the greatest.
The truth of the matter is, that when you share experiences like this with others, you are very likely to get responses that are quick to jump on you for NOT being humble. hahaha. There is an irony there, huh. Responses like - Who do you think you are, you are so arrogant, you are so annoying, shut up with your prayer stuff, you are supposed to pray alone in your room. It is easy to parse the bible in a way to attack, it happens every day. It took me a while, but I learned this too was a blessing. Because oddly enough, it'll keep you humble, when people tell you to just be quiet, get lost, shut up, especially if all you are trying to do is tell them how great God is, and only want to share something wonderful you feel, in hopes that they might seek the wonderful feeling, that God so freely gives, to His children who only want to love Him with everything they have to offer.
Anyway... time for me to stop for today. phew... I got something posted for today, when all I had to begin with, was nothing. ahhaha. Since St. Francis Xavier was a Jesuit, which was founded by St. Ignatius of Loyola - here's a prayer song of St. Ignatius' prayer - Dedication to Jesus.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday - Fourth Week of Lent
Today's readings: March 23, 2009
Reading One: Is 65:17-21;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 30:2 and 4, 5-6, 11-12a and 13b ;
Gospel: Jn 4:43-54; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
As a parent, it is easy to relate to the royal official with a sick child, and share his sorrow with a compassionate heart. As I reflect on this, I am reminded off a previous post discussing the Latin origins of the word mercy. But there is more going on here, because as a parent, we know when our child is sick and suffering, there is often not much we can do, and we are left feeling helpless, in spite of our desire to share our child's sorrow. But with our faith firmly fixed on Jesus, there is hope. The parent of the sick child asks Jesus to help heal his child. I am pretty certain this plea comes from the deepest regions of his heart. And Jesus replies to this request with a response that seems harsh,
Jesus tells the royal official his child is healed, and that is all he needs to hear. As he is returning home - he is greeted by one of his slaves who tells him his child is well. And the man realizes that hiss child got well the moment that Jesus said he was healed. This story sounds very similar to the story of the Centurion with the sick slave. Jesus offers to return to his house, but the Centurion explains he feels unworthy to have Jesus come to his house, and all he needs to do - is to say the word and his slave will be healed. When Jesus tells him to go home, that he slave is healed - the Centurion leaves thrilled and happy. And Jesus tells the crowd - never before in all of Israel has he seen such faith. The words - Lord I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed - are the last words of prayer we say before we go to receive communion. Take a moment to reflect on the faith of the Centurion and also of the royal official in today's Gospel. And if you need help, like we all do - ask Jesus to increase your faith - so that you might be healed.
Yesterday, as part of my Lenten Journey - I decided to clean my garage, which had reached a level of scary filth of Biblical proportions. Think I am exaggerating in my little fantasy world? Ok - allow me to humble myself and tell the truth - how bad the garage neglect was. Years ago, like 5 or 6 years ago, I lost a wonderful pet to old age. The pet was an awesome cat named Duke - and I loved him with all my heart and returned the gift with all of his heart. The first year I got Duke - the Duke Blue devils won the NCAAs in 1991 and then won again in 1992. (i think those are the correct years anyway). But, as he got older - his teeth went bad and finally he got so bad he could barely stand and he didn't feel like eating any more. The day before he disappeared for good, I petted him on seat cushion for over an hour or two. We all knew he was going die very soon. And the next day - he went away and never came back. We all figured he went somewhere to die. And that was that. Till - about 5 years later when I decided to clean out the garage and I found his corpse mummified in the corner near some vermiculite that was once used to grow seeds. I included a few pictures in the animals album - it is not for the faint of heart, but for weirdos like me - it pretty cool. I have never seen anything like it. Now before you think I am a cold hearted rat - I love my little Dukie. And he will have proper burial today, I will offer some prayers from my Liturgy of the Hours, Office of the Dead section, and I will I hope, be blessed with the grace to fully believe that my Lord will hear my prayers, forgive me of my foolishness, and tell Dukie who is welcomed into heaven, how much I love him.
Reading One: Is 65:17-21;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 30:2 and 4, 5-6, 11-12a and 13b ;
Gospel: Jn 4:43-54; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
As a parent, it is easy to relate to the royal official with a sick child, and share his sorrow with a compassionate heart. As I reflect on this, I am reminded off a previous post discussing the Latin origins of the word mercy. But there is more going on here, because as a parent, we know when our child is sick and suffering, there is often not much we can do, and we are left feeling helpless, in spite of our desire to share our child's sorrow. But with our faith firmly fixed on Jesus, there is hope. The parent of the sick child asks Jesus to help heal his child. I am pretty certain this plea comes from the deepest regions of his heart. And Jesus replies to this request with a response that seems harsh,
Unless you people see signs and wonders, you will not believe.I think Jesus' reply is only a test, to show how deeply the man is aware of his neediness, and also how much faith he has in Jesus. And the reason is so others might come to better understand their own weakness and also, to increase their faith in Jesus.
Jesus tells the royal official his child is healed, and that is all he needs to hear. As he is returning home - he is greeted by one of his slaves who tells him his child is well. And the man realizes that hiss child got well the moment that Jesus said he was healed. This story sounds very similar to the story of the Centurion with the sick slave. Jesus offers to return to his house, but the Centurion explains he feels unworthy to have Jesus come to his house, and all he needs to do - is to say the word and his slave will be healed. When Jesus tells him to go home, that he slave is healed - the Centurion leaves thrilled and happy. And Jesus tells the crowd - never before in all of Israel has he seen such faith. The words - Lord I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed - are the last words of prayer we say before we go to receive communion. Take a moment to reflect on the faith of the Centurion and also of the royal official in today's Gospel. And if you need help, like we all do - ask Jesus to increase your faith - so that you might be healed.
Yesterday, as part of my Lenten Journey - I decided to clean my garage, which had reached a level of scary filth of Biblical proportions. Think I am exaggerating in my little fantasy world? Ok - allow me to humble myself and tell the truth - how bad the garage neglect was. Years ago, like 5 or 6 years ago, I lost a wonderful pet to old age. The pet was an awesome cat named Duke - and I loved him with all my heart and returned the gift with all of his heart. The first year I got Duke - the Duke Blue devils won the NCAAs in 1991 and then won again in 1992. (i think those are the correct years anyway). But, as he got older - his teeth went bad and finally he got so bad he could barely stand and he didn't feel like eating any more. The day before he disappeared for good, I petted him on seat cushion for over an hour or two. We all knew he was going die very soon. And the next day - he went away and never came back. We all figured he went somewhere to die. And that was that. Till - about 5 years later when I decided to clean out the garage and I found his corpse mummified in the corner near some vermiculite that was once used to grow seeds. I included a few pictures in the animals album - it is not for the faint of heart, but for weirdos like me - it pretty cool. I have never seen anything like it. Now before you think I am a cold hearted rat - I love my little Dukie. And he will have proper burial today, I will offer some prayers from my Liturgy of the Hours, Office of the Dead section, and I will I hope, be blessed with the grace to fully believe that my Lord will hear my prayers, forgive me of my foolishness, and tell Dukie who is welcomed into heaven, how much I love him.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thursday Second Week of Lent
Today's readings: March 12, 2009
Reading One: Jer 17:5-10 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6 ;
Gospel: Lk 16:19-31 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
UPDATE - Just added some pix. Links at the bottom of this post.
Honestly, you could spend a lifetime reflecting on the words offered in today's readings. Go read them, or listen to the mp3 audio file and follow along with words. Etch the words in your hearts, or dust off your hearts, because the words are already written there. Words of Truth will always be true, and never change. And if you are a smart person, listen to them again - it costs nothing but your time. And in understanding the words, the gift you will receive will be a whole new life. You might understand, how you were actually dead because of how you were living your life, a wonderful gift that you were squandering. But God is kind and gracious and generous beyond your imagination. He will let you live again, and rise above the zombie life you once called "MY story". The first of many resurrections, before the really big one at the end of your life.
Today I received a wonderful note from a friend in high school, I never really knew, because I only cared about myself at the time. She offered words of encouragement after reading the post from yesterday. A small token you might say, but in the words were a gift of a priceless kindness, and no, this is not a Mastercard commercial. (i personally prefer American Express, but I digress). Thank you, my dear friend, i am sorry, I was foolish enough many years ago, to squander the opportunity of seeing how delightful you were. I know now.
And another total... freak of chance. I was answering today's massive bombardment of emails, mostly spam wanting me to do all kinds of things I have no interest in doing - but I came across an old email from Sept. 2, 2009, from a dear friend who told me about some classes that were offered to become a Extraordinary minister (the laymen and laywomen who assist in feeding us lambs during church services). Well, I took those classes, and in addition I decided to take an additional 15 minute session that provided training for being an EM (Extraordinary Minister, we used to be called Eucharistic Ministers, but the name was changed because we are not innocent. hahaa) to the folks who are sick and home bound. Anyway, this simple task of service really changed my life. The truth is, Jesus tells us when you minister to those we consider the least of us... like Lazarus in today's Gospel, or perhaps the sick, the home bound, and those forgotten people who often are left just sitting by a window as they prepare for the next leg of the journey - Jesus tells us - that you are serving Him. Words will never do justice to what this small act of service has done for me. It changed my life. I really do think that I am holding Jesus' hand when we say the Lord's prayer together. And yes, I do tremble sometimes, so profound is my joy. No one gives me the respect and love these people do. It pours out of them like an an endless waterfall of kindness. All I want to do, is to try and do that for everyone else... you will want to be like them, because they love without any fears or concerns. I share this with you, speaking from the deepest parts of my heart, because I really want others to know what a blessing this is. It feels like heaven, and you don't even have to die to get there, it is that good. Honestly, I am left with the feeling that I never even lived, until I knew this feeling.
Shortly after beginning the service I described above, I began to see everything in a new light. I was just a tiny frayed piece in a gigantic jig-saw puzzle. If I wanted to see God, all I had to do was put together the jig-saw puzzle and see every piece as divine, and everyone in the world was a piece of the puzzle, though not as torn and frayed as my little piece. I began to see how God manifested His Glorious presence in every living creature. And the people who were forgotten - were the most important pieces of all, just like when you are doing a puzzle, and you couldn't find this one puzzle piece and it was driving you nuts. The enigmatic puzzle was right in front of me, in everyone's eyes and smiles. What a beautiful new world I saw, dazzling like the sun, like freshly fallen snow, or a little bee delighting in a fragrant rose. God's Glory was everywhere. And from time to time, I ran across someone who was really angry and ornery - and whenever I met these folks, I would smile, and say to myself - Jesus I know you are in there. Help my eyes to see You. I didn't get angry anymore.
Bishop Curlin once passed on a great story about his friend Mother Teresa. She was ministering to the homeless in India, when a man sat up, cursed her up and down, and then - spit in her face. Bishop Curlin said he was so angry, he wanted to ring the guy's neck. And Mother Teresa's response - was to have tears her eyes, joyful wonderful tears - and she told Him, she had just seen Jesus. In the man who spit on her. For Mother Teresa, the man who spit on her, was Jesus in all His Glory. Think about that for a while, and see Jesus in those who spit on you. Your life will never be the same.
Today's readings begin with a deep understanding of feeling humble and hoping in the Lord. For the last several years, I asked the priests I met - what is your favorite prayer in the Bible. I was curious because I wanted to learn the prayers, but the only way I can remember stuff like this, is to write a song about it. Not only does it help me remember, but when I sing a prayer, it actually comes from deeper spot inside me. Catholic tradition says that when you sing, you pray twice. My own experience is that this is true. So, here's the favorite prayer of a humble priest I have been blessed to know, and to listen to his homilies. Today he gave one of the best homilies (sermons to my Protestant friends) I ever heard. His favorite prayer is Psalm 131. Short and sweet - with more layers of profound wisdom than a divine sweet onion that you can peel apart layer after layer... forever.
Please find time to say a prayer for Charlotte, Peter, Missy & her kids, Jim, Debbie, Lisa and her son, Kim, Shelley, Richard & Andy, Claire, Florence, Louise, Stewart, my family, and especially those I forgot to mention. And if time allows, please say one for me.
UPDATE - Today's mass was celebrated in Asheville, NC at St Lawrence Basilica in Asheville. What a wonderful time I had on my short trip down the road. Spent an hour in adoration before mass, and about a half hour after mass. The homily offered today was terrific, all about how we need to take care of the homeless, and those less fortunate than ourselves, and also - how when we approach God in weakness, asking for help - we are filled with something so amazing words do no justice. They don't. Check out some new pictures from my Lenten Journey. I love Black Mountain and Asheville.
Reading One: Jer 17:5-10 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6 ;
Gospel: Lk 16:19-31 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
UPDATE - Just added some pix. Links at the bottom of this post.
Honestly, you could spend a lifetime reflecting on the words offered in today's readings. Go read them, or listen to the mp3 audio file and follow along with words. Etch the words in your hearts, or dust off your hearts, because the words are already written there. Words of Truth will always be true, and never change. And if you are a smart person, listen to them again - it costs nothing but your time. And in understanding the words, the gift you will receive will be a whole new life. You might understand, how you were actually dead because of how you were living your life, a wonderful gift that you were squandering. But God is kind and gracious and generous beyond your imagination. He will let you live again, and rise above the zombie life you once called "MY story". The first of many resurrections, before the really big one at the end of your life.
Today I received a wonderful note from a friend in high school, I never really knew, because I only cared about myself at the time. She offered words of encouragement after reading the post from yesterday. A small token you might say, but in the words were a gift of a priceless kindness, and no, this is not a Mastercard commercial. (i personally prefer American Express, but I digress). Thank you, my dear friend, i am sorry, I was foolish enough many years ago, to squander the opportunity of seeing how delightful you were. I know now.
And another total... freak of chance. I was answering today's massive bombardment of emails, mostly spam wanting me to do all kinds of things I have no interest in doing - but I came across an old email from Sept. 2, 2009, from a dear friend who told me about some classes that were offered to become a Extraordinary minister (the laymen and laywomen who assist in feeding us lambs during church services). Well, I took those classes, and in addition I decided to take an additional 15 minute session that provided training for being an EM (Extraordinary Minister, we used to be called Eucharistic Ministers, but the name was changed because we are not innocent. hahaa) to the folks who are sick and home bound. Anyway, this simple task of service really changed my life. The truth is, Jesus tells us when you minister to those we consider the least of us... like Lazarus in today's Gospel, or perhaps the sick, the home bound, and those forgotten people who often are left just sitting by a window as they prepare for the next leg of the journey - Jesus tells us - that you are serving Him. Words will never do justice to what this small act of service has done for me. It changed my life. I really do think that I am holding Jesus' hand when we say the Lord's prayer together. And yes, I do tremble sometimes, so profound is my joy. No one gives me the respect and love these people do. It pours out of them like an an endless waterfall of kindness. All I want to do, is to try and do that for everyone else... you will want to be like them, because they love without any fears or concerns. I share this with you, speaking from the deepest parts of my heart, because I really want others to know what a blessing this is. It feels like heaven, and you don't even have to die to get there, it is that good. Honestly, I am left with the feeling that I never even lived, until I knew this feeling.
Shortly after beginning the service I described above, I began to see everything in a new light. I was just a tiny frayed piece in a gigantic jig-saw puzzle. If I wanted to see God, all I had to do was put together the jig-saw puzzle and see every piece as divine, and everyone in the world was a piece of the puzzle, though not as torn and frayed as my little piece. I began to see how God manifested His Glorious presence in every living creature. And the people who were forgotten - were the most important pieces of all, just like when you are doing a puzzle, and you couldn't find this one puzzle piece and it was driving you nuts. The enigmatic puzzle was right in front of me, in everyone's eyes and smiles. What a beautiful new world I saw, dazzling like the sun, like freshly fallen snow, or a little bee delighting in a fragrant rose. God's Glory was everywhere. And from time to time, I ran across someone who was really angry and ornery - and whenever I met these folks, I would smile, and say to myself - Jesus I know you are in there. Help my eyes to see You. I didn't get angry anymore.
Bishop Curlin once passed on a great story about his friend Mother Teresa. She was ministering to the homeless in India, when a man sat up, cursed her up and down, and then - spit in her face. Bishop Curlin said he was so angry, he wanted to ring the guy's neck. And Mother Teresa's response - was to have tears her eyes, joyful wonderful tears - and she told Him, she had just seen Jesus. In the man who spit on her. For Mother Teresa, the man who spit on her, was Jesus in all His Glory. Think about that for a while, and see Jesus in those who spit on you. Your life will never be the same.
Today's readings begin with a deep understanding of feeling humble and hoping in the Lord. For the last several years, I asked the priests I met - what is your favorite prayer in the Bible. I was curious because I wanted to learn the prayers, but the only way I can remember stuff like this, is to write a song about it. Not only does it help me remember, but when I sing a prayer, it actually comes from deeper spot inside me. Catholic tradition says that when you sing, you pray twice. My own experience is that this is true. So, here's the favorite prayer of a humble priest I have been blessed to know, and to listen to his homilies. Today he gave one of the best homilies (sermons to my Protestant friends) I ever heard. His favorite prayer is Psalm 131. Short and sweet - with more layers of profound wisdom than a divine sweet onion that you can peel apart layer after layer... forever.
Please find time to say a prayer for Charlotte, Peter, Missy & her kids, Jim, Debbie, Lisa and her son, Kim, Shelley, Richard & Andy, Claire, Florence, Louise, Stewart, my family, and especially those I forgot to mention. And if time allows, please say one for me.
UPDATE - Today's mass was celebrated in Asheville, NC at St Lawrence Basilica in Asheville. What a wonderful time I had on my short trip down the road. Spent an hour in adoration before mass, and about a half hour after mass. The homily offered today was terrific, all about how we need to take care of the homeless, and those less fortunate than ourselves, and also - how when we approach God in weakness, asking for help - we are filled with something so amazing words do no justice. They don't. Check out some new pictures from my Lenten Journey. I love Black Mountain and Asheville.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Monday of the Second Week of Lent
Today's readings: March 9, 2009
Reading One: Dn 9:4b-10 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 79:8, 9, 11 and 13 ;
Gospel: Lk 6:36-38 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Today we reflect of the nature of mercy. Like many words, the definition has been altered from the original meaning. Today, when someone says have mercy on me, they are asking you to be lenient with me, or perhaps show me some pity. In fact the original meaning is much deeper, and comes from the Latin, miserere cors - which means a sorrowful heart. I think this is closer to the meaning of what Jesus is asking of us, when he says be merciful. Huh? A sorrowful heart? Yes, in the deeper sense of understanding mercy, you feel the other person's pain, and as such, share the sorrow of the heart, hence miserere cors, or a sorrowful heart makes sense. So much deeper than pity, this old school mercy is where you share the other's pain, and actually put yourself in the other person's shoes, and feel saddened as you really understand their pain. Before this can happen at a deeper level, one is required to let go of their opinion, which might be in a mode to judge or condemn anothers action.
I think the easiest way to explore this concept of mercy, and where it is most helpful as good medicine for the soul, is to look at broken love relationships. Whether a friendship, a broken love between two people, or a broken marriage - the concept is the same, the intensity is different of course, but broken love relationships can become very bitter without mercy. And the bitterness is like a cancer that can infect not only the two people who lost their love for each other, but in the case of broken marriages, it also can easily hurt the children too. And bitterness is such a terrible thing as it eats away at all the good things you once felt about each other but also, takes away from your relationship with God. We are all His children, and no parent likes it when two kids are not loving toward each other. It doesn't need to end this way. The remedy is mercy and forgetting the hurt or righteous indignation you feel, or most often, your opinion on matter, and really explore the other persons feelings, and better still how your actions might have contributed to the love relationship becoming damaged. It much easier to show mercy if you explore your own shortcomings, since it isn't all the other person's fault.
But there's no need to make this matter complex, it always comes down to a simple choice, that we all have the option to make. Do we choose to stay bitter or do we listen to Jesus, and show mercy and stop judging. Do we love our own opinion - or do we love each other?
Reading One: Dn 9:4b-10 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 79:8, 9, 11 and 13 ;
Gospel: Lk 6:36-38 ; go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Today we reflect of the nature of mercy. Like many words, the definition has been altered from the original meaning. Today, when someone says have mercy on me, they are asking you to be lenient with me, or perhaps show me some pity. In fact the original meaning is much deeper, and comes from the Latin, miserere cors - which means a sorrowful heart. I think this is closer to the meaning of what Jesus is asking of us, when he says be merciful. Huh? A sorrowful heart? Yes, in the deeper sense of understanding mercy, you feel the other person's pain, and as such, share the sorrow of the heart, hence miserere cors, or a sorrowful heart makes sense. So much deeper than pity, this old school mercy is where you share the other's pain, and actually put yourself in the other person's shoes, and feel saddened as you really understand their pain. Before this can happen at a deeper level, one is required to let go of their opinion, which might be in a mode to judge or condemn anothers action.
I think the easiest way to explore this concept of mercy, and where it is most helpful as good medicine for the soul, is to look at broken love relationships. Whether a friendship, a broken love between two people, or a broken marriage - the concept is the same, the intensity is different of course, but broken love relationships can become very bitter without mercy. And the bitterness is like a cancer that can infect not only the two people who lost their love for each other, but in the case of broken marriages, it also can easily hurt the children too. And bitterness is such a terrible thing as it eats away at all the good things you once felt about each other but also, takes away from your relationship with God. We are all His children, and no parent likes it when two kids are not loving toward each other. It doesn't need to end this way. The remedy is mercy and forgetting the hurt or righteous indignation you feel, or most often, your opinion on matter, and really explore the other persons feelings, and better still how your actions might have contributed to the love relationship becoming damaged. It much easier to show mercy if you explore your own shortcomings, since it isn't all the other person's fault.
But there's no need to make this matter complex, it always comes down to a simple choice, that we all have the option to make. Do we choose to stay bitter or do we listen to Jesus, and show mercy and stop judging. Do we love our own opinion - or do we love each other?
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Thursday, First Week of Lent
Today's readings: March 5, 2009
Reading One: Est C:12, 14-16, 23-25 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 138:1-2ab, 2cde-3, 7c-8 ;
Gospel: Mt 7:7-12 ;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Just added a few pixtures from Alabama Bound trip - link below, in the Sweet Home Alabama post that follows. Read the readings above & do the right thing. Besides, my words are straw in comparison. thanks.
Wednesday morning began with a change of plans. Early in the morning, I thought I was going to Greensboro, NC and was looking forward to seeing Father James, a priest who blessed St. Marks on his first assignment as a man of the cloth. He was very serene and quite tender, one could easily see how the Holy Spirit filled his every fiber. But things change. For some reason, my head was filled with an old Leadbelly song, called Alabamy Bound, and how he used to play a wicked 12 string called Stella. Many years ago, my mom & dad finally gave in to my repeated pleas for a new guitar, and I got one for my 18th birthday at the little guitar shop in Exeter, NH. Being somewhat clueless (or totally, depends who you ask), I decided to get a Penco 12 string for about $189, hahha, yes I remember how much it cost. It was decent guitar, but not on par with a Martin or a Gibson mind you, but it was a pretty decent guitar all the same and i just loved it, though it was a bear to get in tune. And I still have it, took it Europe in 1978, dropped it as it fell out of the cardboard case somewhere in Rome Italy (still has the ding too), and this morning - I threw it in the SUV and headed for Alabama, with my own version of Stella (laughing as I remember Marlon Brando in the movie yelling STEEEELLLLLLA !!!). Anyway, mom & dad, if you are reading this, I love you and remain really thankful for such a terrific gift, that continues to give 32 years later.
On my way to Alabama, I was thrilled to see my first born little angel, Mishka who is a student at Clemson. Just a short detour to see her, check out a very nifty cooler she was painting for a big social coming this weekend, in Jacksonville, FL I think, but my memory is no longer that good. But it was great to see her, lots of hugs, smiles and a tasty Mexican meal before I had to hit the road again. When she was a little girl, I wrote a song for her, and also to God, saying thank you for such an amazing blessing. If you wanna hear a version we cut in my garage with some actual musician friends (Doug Hawthorn and Jack Lawrence), by all means - check it out.
So as I reflect on what happened on Wednesday, and how I ended up in Alabama with my Stella Penco 12 string, a gift from my mom and dad for my 18th birthday, and then blogged about the gift I gave to my daughter when she was born... well, today's Gospel is just sweet news. Good news beyond my wildest dreams.
Thanks to all for all your prayers. Morgan is in full remission and her Grandma says THANK YOU! to all who poured their hearts out for her first grandchild. Please remember Peter, Charlotte, Jim, Bradley, and Amelia in your prayers. And if time allows, please say a prayer for me.
Reading One: Est C:12, 14-16, 23-25 ;
Responsorial Psalm: Ps 138:1-2ab, 2cde-3, 7c-8 ;
Gospel: Mt 7:7-12 ;
go to this page (for all three sections listed above on one page) And here's an audio file; & reflections (video)
Just added a few pixtures from Alabama Bound trip - link below, in the Sweet Home Alabama post that follows. Read the readings above & do the right thing. Besides, my words are straw in comparison. thanks.
Wednesday morning began with a change of plans. Early in the morning, I thought I was going to Greensboro, NC and was looking forward to seeing Father James, a priest who blessed St. Marks on his first assignment as a man of the cloth. He was very serene and quite tender, one could easily see how the Holy Spirit filled his every fiber. But things change. For some reason, my head was filled with an old Leadbelly song, called Alabamy Bound, and how he used to play a wicked 12 string called Stella. Many years ago, my mom & dad finally gave in to my repeated pleas for a new guitar, and I got one for my 18th birthday at the little guitar shop in Exeter, NH. Being somewhat clueless (or totally, depends who you ask), I decided to get a Penco 12 string for about $189, hahha, yes I remember how much it cost. It was decent guitar, but not on par with a Martin or a Gibson mind you, but it was a pretty decent guitar all the same and i just loved it, though it was a bear to get in tune. And I still have it, took it Europe in 1978, dropped it as it fell out of the cardboard case somewhere in Rome Italy (still has the ding too), and this morning - I threw it in the SUV and headed for Alabama, with my own version of Stella (laughing as I remember Marlon Brando in the movie yelling STEEEELLLLLLA !!!). Anyway, mom & dad, if you are reading this, I love you and remain really thankful for such a terrific gift, that continues to give 32 years later.
On my way to Alabama, I was thrilled to see my first born little angel, Mishka who is a student at Clemson. Just a short detour to see her, check out a very nifty cooler she was painting for a big social coming this weekend, in Jacksonville, FL I think, but my memory is no longer that good. But it was great to see her, lots of hugs, smiles and a tasty Mexican meal before I had to hit the road again. When she was a little girl, I wrote a song for her, and also to God, saying thank you for such an amazing blessing. If you wanna hear a version we cut in my garage with some actual musician friends (Doug Hawthorn and Jack Lawrence), by all means - check it out.
So as I reflect on what happened on Wednesday, and how I ended up in Alabama with my Stella Penco 12 string, a gift from my mom and dad for my 18th birthday, and then blogged about the gift I gave to my daughter when she was born... well, today's Gospel is just sweet news. Good news beyond my wildest dreams.
If you then, who are wicked,God is great. My cup overflows with your kindness and mercy Lord. May I love you with all my heart, mind and soul, all the days of my life. And forever and ever.
know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your heavenly Father give good things
to those who ask him.
Thanks to all for all your prayers. Morgan is in full remission and her Grandma says THANK YOU! to all who poured their hearts out for her first grandchild. Please remember Peter, Charlotte, Jim, Bradley, and Amelia in your prayers. And if time allows, please say a prayer for me.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Ash Wednesday
Today's readings: February 25, 2009
Reading One: Jl 2:12-18 ;
Responsorial Psalm: 51:3-4, 5-6ab, 12-13, 14 and 17 ;
Reading Two: 2 Cor 5:20-6:2 ;
Gospel : Mt 6:1-6, 16-18 ;
go to this page(for all three sections listed above on one page)
And here's some audio file; & reflections (video)
The day began a little later than expected, waking up at 5:00 am in lieu of the usual 4:15 time, when my dog asks to go out and explore the wonderful things of the new day. Which worked out fine, as I stayed up late and took in the evening show of Slumdog Millionaire with a dear friend. Each of us had already seen it before, but it is the kind of movie you find all kinds of new things each time you watch it. Salim, a brother who is often less than a perfect brother his whole life, finds a way out of his mess in one final act of amazing sacrifice and generosity. His final words - God is Great, was a wonderful way to begin Lent (the movie ended about 12:01am).
This morning the day started with trying to do my best to figure out where and what to read in the new four volume set of the Divine Office. I have not had a chance to look over a companion book I got to help me, called The Divine Office for Dodos. Hmmm, maybe I should have done more research.
One of my greatest blessings is taking communion to the sick. If you are a Eucharist minister, by all means consider giving this ministry a try. I suspect you will have the same experience - where you find yourself blessed beyond description, and benefit from giving up just a little bit of your time, for the Love of Christ and God's children. I think for every baby step we take to get closer to Jesus, He takes 20 giant steps toward us. Why He has been so kind to one as undeserving as myself makes little sense to me, other than what scripture says about it. How He chooses the least to do wonderful things, so that you know the Glory comes from Him alone, and not from man. Since sharing my joy about this ministry is apeears to be direct opposition to what is written in the Gospel today (v. 3 & 4)... I certainly qualify as a lout. But please forgive me, my hope is that others find the joy in this service that comes with the territory. Since 99.9% of the people reading this have no clue who I am, I hope God forgives me too, and makes my intent for sharing this joy pure and full of love.
After a bit of reflection, I decided to go to the mountains on the first leg of my journey, off to Franklin, NC to St Francis of Assisi church where, God willing I will celebrate mass at 9:00am with one of my favorite priests in the Diocese of Western Carolina (I love all of you priests, don't worry :~). But Father Tien will always have a special place in my heart. The grace he received during his many years in prison in Vietnam shine like a glorious crown. His crime? Being a devout Catholic. Please find time today to pray for all priests and religious, giving thanks for the example they provide, the bread of life they assist in bringing to the faithful, and also the love they have for all us of little lambies.
Finally - I ask that you offer some prayers for George Mangan, aka Chief who died yesterday of cancer. He was my favorite teacher in high school, and passed quietly after many years of suffering. He not only taught me a lot about how to live, but also about how to die. A great man, May God welcome him home and may he rest in peace. I also ask that you say some prayers for Charlotte, still recovering from head injuries, Amanda, a nine year with brain cancer, Morgan, a five year old girl with serious digestive problems who was released from the hospital the other day, and Peter, a young teenager who became ill from too many years of being taunted by classmates for being different. And for young 33 year old man, the son of a friend who is pondering a vocation to the priesthood. Thank you, and please pray for me, that I might better serve Christ without fear, in a world that seems to take great umbrage in His words of kindness, mercy, forgiveness, generosity and love. May God bless you and keep you safe.
Reading One: Jl 2:12-18 ;
Responsorial Psalm: 51:3-4, 5-6ab, 12-13, 14 and 17 ;
Reading Two: 2 Cor 5:20-6:2 ;
Gospel : Mt 6:1-6, 16-18 ;
go to this page(for all three sections listed above on one page)
And here's some audio file; & reflections (video)
The day began a little later than expected, waking up at 5:00 am in lieu of the usual 4:15 time, when my dog asks to go out and explore the wonderful things of the new day. Which worked out fine, as I stayed up late and took in the evening show of Slumdog Millionaire with a dear friend. Each of us had already seen it before, but it is the kind of movie you find all kinds of new things each time you watch it. Salim, a brother who is often less than a perfect brother his whole life, finds a way out of his mess in one final act of amazing sacrifice and generosity. His final words - God is Great, was a wonderful way to begin Lent (the movie ended about 12:01am).
This morning the day started with trying to do my best to figure out where and what to read in the new four volume set of the Divine Office. I have not had a chance to look over a companion book I got to help me, called The Divine Office for Dodos. Hmmm, maybe I should have done more research.
One of my greatest blessings is taking communion to the sick. If you are a Eucharist minister, by all means consider giving this ministry a try. I suspect you will have the same experience - where you find yourself blessed beyond description, and benefit from giving up just a little bit of your time, for the Love of Christ and God's children. I think for every baby step we take to get closer to Jesus, He takes 20 giant steps toward us. Why He has been so kind to one as undeserving as myself makes little sense to me, other than what scripture says about it. How He chooses the least to do wonderful things, so that you know the Glory comes from Him alone, and not from man. Since sharing my joy about this ministry is apeears to be direct opposition to what is written in the Gospel today (v. 3 & 4)... I certainly qualify as a lout. But please forgive me, my hope is that others find the joy in this service that comes with the territory. Since 99.9% of the people reading this have no clue who I am, I hope God forgives me too, and makes my intent for sharing this joy pure and full of love.
After a bit of reflection, I decided to go to the mountains on the first leg of my journey, off to Franklin, NC to St Francis of Assisi church where, God willing I will celebrate mass at 9:00am with one of my favorite priests in the Diocese of Western Carolina (I love all of you priests, don't worry :~). But Father Tien will always have a special place in my heart. The grace he received during his many years in prison in Vietnam shine like a glorious crown. His crime? Being a devout Catholic. Please find time today to pray for all priests and religious, giving thanks for the example they provide, the bread of life they assist in bringing to the faithful, and also the love they have for all us of little lambies.
Finally - I ask that you offer some prayers for George Mangan, aka Chief who died yesterday of cancer. He was my favorite teacher in high school, and passed quietly after many years of suffering. He not only taught me a lot about how to live, but also about how to die. A great man, May God welcome him home and may he rest in peace. I also ask that you say some prayers for Charlotte, still recovering from head injuries, Amanda, a nine year with brain cancer, Morgan, a five year old girl with serious digestive problems who was released from the hospital the other day, and Peter, a young teenager who became ill from too many years of being taunted by classmates for being different. And for young 33 year old man, the son of a friend who is pondering a vocation to the priesthood. Thank you, and please pray for me, that I might better serve Christ without fear, in a world that seems to take great umbrage in His words of kindness, mercy, forgiveness, generosity and love. May God bless you and keep you safe.
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