Monday Afternoon Musings

It’s been awhile since I’ve been on here. We had a guest priest this weekend and he spoke about Perpetual Adoration. Now we at St. Peter are blessed to have a Perpetual Adoration chapel and I have been blessed to be a part of it since we opened the door five years ago. I have to admit that I was surprised to hear that it had been that long! The purpose of our guest speaker was to rekindle the fire in anyone already spending one hour with Our Lord and to get those not participating at this time to sign up for an hour. It takes a lot of folks to fill a week of hours especially those early morning ones. For me there is nothing more relaxing than to spend some quality quiet time with my Lord and Savior. I had forgotten all the blessings to be reaped from that one hour. For instance, I represent all people while I am there. Jesus showers me with graces beyond my wildest imaginings! I carry with me all the sins, cares, and worries of those who don’t even know Christ yet. If you have never been to adoration I would like to suggest that you find a nearby Catholic church that offers it and go…spend one hour of your week with your new best friend! I guarantee you will feel the difference all week long! Blessings to you and know that I will be praying for you on Thursday, between 5 and 6 o’clock!

Sunday Morning in New York Musings

Good morning from Averill Park, New York. We are up visiting family and enjoying the heat here. I am usually dressed in sweats, but their weather has been rivaling that of Florida, so I feel right at home. The only difference here is no one has central air conditioning, but the nights have been cooler and sleeping not so bad.

Attended Mass at a small church in Averill Park called St. Henry, Fr. Provost the parish priest. It always amazes me when away from home how wonderful it is to be able to go to church and know exactly what is going to happen. Yes, the music may be different and there may be some small slight changes in the liturgy, but because we are a universal church no matter where we wander it always feels like coming home. Factor in that this has been going on and growing for the past 2000 years and I find that simply awesome!

The gospel today was one of my favorite, the Good Samaritan and Father did a good job with his homily. It must be hard to come up with something new and different when talking about the same old gospel readings, but Fr. Provost had his own personal twist for the tried and true “we are to love all people even though we all struggle with doing so”. For those of you who are country music fans you may be familiar with a song titled something along the lines of “I will Pray for You”…the lyrics go something along the lines of praying that your brakes may fail, praying that a flower pot will fall off the window ledge and hit you on the head. Father did say we should not pray like that – he got most of us chuckling. Got me thinking…maybe because of being in New York and hearing that gospel reading I couldn’t help but picture an obviously dressed Muslim individual lying hurt and bleeding on a New York City sidewalk days after 9/11. Would anyone have stopped to help? Would I have stopped to help? Would anyone today stop to help? That’s what Jesus was talking about in his parable. The Samaritan and the good Jews who walked on by were mortal enemies, we are not talking just dislike here. However, one good Jewish man looked beyond their differences and did what was right in the sight of God. He stepped way out of his comfort zone. So did Jesus every day , conversing and eating with sinners, tax collectors, the town harlot, always doing what was right in the sight of God. In the end that’s all that will matter, not what other men may think, just what our God and Savior will think of our daily actions while here on earth being Jesus to our own little world.

Fr. Provost also read these Beatitudes for Carers…enjoy:

Blessed are those who care and who are not afraid to show it –
they will let people know they are loved.

Blessed are those who are gentle and patient-
they will help people to grow as the sun helps
the buds to open and blossom.
Blessed are those who have the ability to listen –
they will lighten many a burden.

Blessed are those who know how and when to let go –
they will have the joy of seeing people find themselves.

Blessed are those who, when nothing can be done or said,
do not walk away,
but remain to provide a comforting and supportive presence –
they will help the sufferer to bear the unbearable.

Blessed are those who recognize their own need to receive,
and who receive with graciousness –
they will be able to give all the better.

Blessed are you who give without hope of return –
you will give people an experience of God.

May you have a great week and I pray that we have our eyes open for the Samaritans along our way. May God bless you and keep you.

Marci

Ascension Sunday Morning Musings

I apologize for missing the last couple of Sundays, I have been ill, but am feeling much better now.

We have a visiting lay evangelist with us this week at St. Peter who actually spoke at Mass during the homily and will be with us for a mission on Pentecost Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings at 7 PM in the church.

Before Fr. Tom introduced him, he spoke a bit about coming home and what that is like for him.  He went home to be with his mom on Mother’s Day this year.  His opening statement was, “Home is where mom is.”  That is so very true, no matter where your mom lives, that place is home because mom makes it so.  That spoke volumes to me especially with everything going on in my personal life with my mom right now.  Please keep us in your prayers, it is a stressful time, but I do believe in the power of God’s good graces and I know this time will pass.

What I really want to talk about this morning though, is another thought that came into my mind after thinking about Fr. Tom’s words and the Ascension of Our Lord.  Jesus must have had quite the homecoming!  How exciting it must have been for him, he had been away so long, 33 years!  The celebration must have been breathtaking.  Yet, it must have been bittersweet as well, leaving his good friends and family, those who had followed him, and especially his mother.  Even though he knew he would be seeing them all again, still, the human side of him must have had just a bit of an ache knowing he was leaving them all behind, and the divine side knowing they would  suffer in his name.

Our own homecoming will be wonderful, marvelous, joyful beyond anything we can imagine.  Even though the world appears to be falling apart at the seams and things look hopeless, keep your sights on the end prize, keep your eyes on heaven.  Our own precious Lord awaits us there! Nothing beats the feeling of coming home.

May God bless you and keep you this week.  Amen

Marci