Communal Reconciliation


Sunday, December 21, 4:00 p.m.
Monday, December 22, 6:30 p.m.

NOTE:
Private Confessions are available throughout the year at  3:30 p.m. on
Saturdays or by  appointment.

Before I Forget…

I Feel Sorry for Jesus

People won't leave Him alone.
I know He said, Wherever two or more
are gathered in my name…
but I'll bet some days He regrets it. 

Cozily they tell you what He wants
And doesn't want as if they just got an e-mail.
Remember "Telephone," that pass-it-on

Where the message changed dramatically by the time
it rounded the circle?  Well.
People blame terrible pieties on Jesus.

They try to feel like His Special Pet.
Jesus deserves better.
O think He's been exhausted for a very long time.

He went into the desert, friends.
He didn't go into the pomp.
He didn't go into the golden chandeliers

and say, the truth tastes better here.
See?  I'm talking like I know.
It's dangerous talking for Jesus.
You get carried away almost immediately.

I stood in the spot where He was born.
I closed my eyes where He died and didn't die.
Every twist of the Via Dolorosa was written on my skin.

And that makes me feel like being silent, you know?
A secret pouch of listening.
You won't hear me talk about this again.

Naomi Shihab Nye


I like this poem because of its humanity, humility, and wisdom.  The poet realizes that she is not herself immune to the dangers of "talking for Jesus." The poem gives no easy answers that we might want.  But it reminds me to be silent and listen for the true word.  Listening to the Lord may or may not provide us with a clear insight of what we should do, and be, in our world.  But learning to listen to the Scriptures speak to us and learning to listen silently in prayer may be the most important thing we do.

The spiritual life is not about having all the answers. It invites us to live with the mystery of God in our lives.  We try to acquire a sense for the holiness of God, to fall in love with God.  To hear the voice of God in our lives requires a modicum of silence.

Treat yourself to a place and time of silence each day.  There are places of silence within each one of us.  The danger of our times is to live on the surface and avoid the sacred silence within us where God speaks heart to heart. 

Fr. Bill


December 7, 2003

Jacklyn Roberta Johnson, daughter of Todd & Carolyn

Jacob John Matual, son of Mark & Patricia

Michael James Studenski, son of James and leslie

Brady Patrick Donnohue, son of Patrick and Stacey

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