We had a big crowd for the closing day of the novena sponsored by the Knights of Columbus. At the end, Holy Mass was offered for a very specific intention, that respect for life would increase, respect for life from natural conception to natural death. A homily, a sermon actually, was encouraged. It’s a bit longish, but has a certain ferocity about it. It’s a bit of a fright when the role Satan has had in the culture of death is described. It’s a bit of a fright when the provenance of the entitlement mentality gripping the nation is presented. Yikes!
There are a thousand stories to recount, and there’s so very much more to say on any and every level, but you can’t say everything in one homily.
I was impressed by the timing of youngster Jorge’s call to the priesthood from Jesus.
I knew I would instantly have been friends with seminarian Jorge, as I can relate similar stories I learned from this documentary. Happiness. Joy. Service. Very cool.
There were things which made me laugh out loud that I didn’t know about Father Jorge, I guess because they had such resonance in my heart and soul. Indeed, I thought immediately of various things in my life as a priest that were parallel. No, really, many things indeed. Yikes.
There were some things which put the fear of God in me about Bishop Bergoglio because I immediately thought, “Yes, of course. Absolutely. Perfect. Well done.”
Then, when it comes to Pope Francis in the documentary, well, I’ll stop here! I know too much in other ways. But I’ll say this. This man does impress me. And I’m learning from him in ways I totally never expected.
A story about the Knights of Columbus Fish Fry last Friday at Holy Redeemer Catholic Church here in Andrews, NC, ran in this week’s local newspaper, starting front page top of fold, going two pages. Nice article I must say. But the caption to picture is wonderful, claiming we’re Baptist. To me, that means that we’ve arrived as Catholics here in this heavily entrenched Baptist region. I take it as a compliment. And I’ve often heard that I preach like a Baptist minister. I take that as a compliment as well. So, O.K. Next stop is the Methodist Church on Good Friday for the Ecumenical Services. I’m the preacher. I’ll have to live up to my reputation as a Baptist Preacher as all the Baptist Preachers will be there. The pressure is on.