Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Christ has risen!
The choir this morning (the grade school choir- with over 40 voices ) sang Allelulia all the way out of Church after practice this morning! What an awesome Church! 
Easter Vigil in the midst of the raging storm was beautiful! We almost needed the candles we held for real light in case the power went out.
Excited Pre-Catholics preparing to receive the Sacraments of Baptism, Confirmation and First Communion!
What an awesome Church we belong to!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Holy Week

It's Holy Week, it's a busy but wonderful time of year to prepare for Easter. So while you are thinking about your Sunday meal, coloring and hiding the Easter Eggs, first begin with preparing your heart for Jesus' Passion and Death.

Sometimes we get so caught up in all the "trappings" of Easter, we totally forget how to prepare. We cannot truly appreciate everything Jesus became on Resurrection morning, if we haven't walked the road to Calvary with Him also.

So please try to attend Holy Week services at your church, from Chrism Mass, where the oils used during the Church year are blessed, to Holy Thursday - The Last Supper Jesus had with his disciples and washed their feet, to Good Friday and the passion and death on the Cross.

Then, if you can, attend the Easter Vigil Mass with all the church lights out and only candles illuminating the darkness, waiting for the Resurrection.

And of course glorious Easter morning - Christ has arisen! Alleluia!
And don't forget Easter Monday - when we laugh at the devil - for Jesus has Risen and conquered death forever!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Marriage: It's Not A Thing Of The Past

Here is a wonderful pastoral comment on marriage by Archbishop Michael Sheehan. http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/column.php?n=1551

Keep up the good work Married Couples!!!
And yes, all you young adults out there thinking about marriage: Getting married is NOT old fashioned!Waiting until you are married to have sex or live together makes for a beautiful relationship - so give it a chance and please remember: Not EVERYONE is having sex or living together before they get married!

No Man Is An Island

My daughter is going through a tough time with a friend who is half a world away - literally. This friend is really down and depressed. It's hard to help someone when they live so far away. But sometimes it's hard to help someone right next door too.  But the best help we can be to each other is being a listening ear, assuring that person of our prayers for them to get through their tough time.

So many times we feel at loss for words to help them, or give them answers. Maybe that's not what they need. I truly feel God puts each of us in a place we need to be for a reason. We may never know why or understand, but God can do anything! He knows what is best.

If you are in a place where a friend really needs a shoulder to cry on, be the shoulder. You don't have to have all the answers, just tell them you are there for them and are praying for them and really do pray for them. All of our prayers help each other. Even though God knows they need help, we still have to ask Him in prayer for that help.

And remember that no man is an island, we are not put here alone. We need each other, to talk, to pray with and pray for. And be happy, no matter what. Happiness helps others too!
Good day! God bless you!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Daddy's Little Girl

April 7, 2011

Yesterday was a hard day for me. It was the one year anniversary of my Dad's death. While I'm so happy he is in Heaven with God our Father, I miss him so much.

It's been hard over the last year to have any other memories of my Dad other than the last year of his life which was filled with so many health issues, the worst one being the diagnosis of lung cancer.

Cancer tried to rob him of his vitality, his humor, his strength, his patience. It did not succeed. So when you read that a person lost their fight to cancer, my Dad did NOT lose that fight. He fought all the way. Even during the times when he had to have help eating, drinking and other normal functions, my Dad never lost his sense of himself as the Dad, the Husband, the Father and Grandfather he was to all of his family. He reminded all of us we were to take care of Mom. That was always his concern.

But I am Daddy’s girl, I grew up watching him shave in the mornings, I can still smell the Barbasol soap he used. I helped him with every building project we ever did in all the houses we lived in, from decks, to screened in porches. When I was grown up and married, he came and helped us with our decks and new rooms too.

When I was 8 years old I laughed hilariously watching him chase a mouse throughout the old farm house we lived in. He fell down laughing too on the winding staircase when he watched that same mouse hop up those stairs!

He taught me to drive, how to change the oil and the tires. He taught me how to tie a rope, Navy style, how to play golf even though I was left handed and he was right handed. He jumped up and down so excited for me when I “shot the green” the very first time I played a real game. We loved watching John Wayne movies together.

He calmed my fears when I had a horrible nightmare that I can still remember to this day and I was only 6 years old. He explained to me about death and dying when an elderly man collapsed during Mass one Sunday and died and I thought it was unfair to happen when you were doing your Sunday duty. He told me it was a beautiful place and time to give your life up to God.

He showed me strength of character when people were nasty to him, disagreed with him hatefully and he would still smile and shake their hands.

He showed me how to have courage when speaking in front of others and I can now cantor and sing in front of anybody in church or meetings because he taught me everything he learned in all the Dale Carnegie courses he took to help him make speeches.

He let me help him quit smoking cold turkey even when it was a battle of wits; his withdrawal symptoms and my hard headed determination to make him quit.
He let me calm his fear when he woke up early from the anesthesia after triple bypass surgery with the breathing tube still in his throat and he grabbed my hand and looked to my face for reassurance that he was okay. Then just weeks later he would totally impress me with his courage to do a cannonball into the hotel swimming pool when we took him and mom with us to Florida.

We were scotch buddies, golf games on television buddies – go Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicholson and Phil Michelson!

We even went shooting together with my brother, Rob. Dad called me “dead eye” and got a kick seeing me get a “kick” every time Rob handed me a gun with a little extra gunpower in the shell!

He was proud of my choice for a husband, and my three wonderful children, and of my singing in church. He would have been proud to know I sang for his funeral too, his favorite songs, Amazing Grace, How Great Thou Art and Hail Mary Gentle Woman.

He marveled at the dishcloths I crocheted while sitting with him and mom in the doctors’ offices and hospital rooms as well as my increasing knitting ability as I began to make My Paw Paw Bears which are named after him. He got to hold the very first completed one just days before he died.

He was proud of my writing, he loved reading my books and my newspaper articles.

I was proud of him in so many ways, for so many reasons.

I’m still Daddy’s little girl and I’ll always miss him.