A thought for the day
Sunday, the 2nd week of Advent
Mass at noon: Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday - Thursday at 7p
Saturday at 5:00 - Sunday at 9:00 and 11:15am
When the people gather for prayer, all are welcome.
Saint of the day - Adolph Kolping
Readings for today’s Mass
Sunday, the 2nd week of Advent
Mass at noon: Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday - Thursday at 7p
Saturday at 5:00 - Sunday at 9:00 and 11:15am
When the people gather for prayer, all are welcome.
Saint of the day - Adolph Kolping
Readings for today’s Mass
Good evening, Holy Father. Thank you. The crisis of the Rohingya has tempered a large part of this trip. Yesterday, they were called by name finally in Bangladesh. Do you wish you would have done the same in Burma, named them with this word, Rohingya? - Sagrario Ruiz (Radio Nacional Espanola
A trying question for Pope Francis in an interview last Saturday. He was asked why he didn’t name the Rohingya, a oppressed people of Southeast Asia, during his visit. His answer was wise and to the point of this Sunday’s readings:
Your question is interesting, His Holiness responded, because it brings me to reflect on how I seek to communicate. For me, the most important thing is that the message arrives and for this I seek to say the things, step by step…An example in daily life: a boy, a girl in the crisis of adolescence can say what they think but throwing the door in the face of the other… and the message doesn’t arrive. It closes. I was interested that this message would arrive, for this I saw that if in the official speech I would have said that word, I would have thrown the door in a face. But I described it, the situations, the rights, no one excluded, the citizenship, to allow myself in the private conversations to go beyond. I was very, very satisfied with the talks that I was able to have…
Beautiful. Made me think of my experiences with my sister’s rottweiler, Kona. Kona was adopted by my sister from a shelter after she had been in a puppy mill for a few years. Koney, as I love to call her, came to us with severe health problems that still require special medicines and care. Her body is covered with old cigarette
burns, and her legs are irreparably broken after being shoved in such a small cage for years. She won’t have a long life.
But I love Kona! And it’s real easy for me to get real excited around animals. I speak in that baby-voice, I sing songs (yes, I know), and I like to get right up close to them. I can’t do that with Koney. Not right away. She’s too scared of people, especially men, and runs and hides. So my sister Manda has to remind me to come through the door quieter, to just sit down and hold out my hand for Koney to sniff. It’s gotta be slow, but then after a bit, she warms up again.
What am I talking about? Pope Francis, Koney, and this Sunday. Well, I just thank God for being gentle with me. And I pray that we can be gentler to one another. Remembering people have thoughts, feelings, joys, and hurts that we can’t see or understand, yet.
Lord Jesus, teach us to be more like you! The smoldering wick you didn’t quench. The bruised reed you didn’t break. Thank you, Lord. Thanks, Kone.
A trying question for Pope Francis in an interview last Saturday. He was asked why he didn’t name the Rohingya, a oppressed people of Southeast Asia, during his visit. His answer was wise and to the point of this Sunday’s readings:
Your question is interesting, His Holiness responded, because it brings me to reflect on how I seek to communicate. For me, the most important thing is that the message arrives and for this I seek to say the things, step by step…An example in daily life: a boy, a girl in the crisis of adolescence can say what they think but throwing the door in the face of the other… and the message doesn’t arrive. It closes. I was interested that this message would arrive, for this I saw that if in the official speech I would have said that word, I would have thrown the door in a face. But I described it, the situations, the rights, no one excluded, the citizenship, to allow myself in the private conversations to go beyond. I was very, very satisfied with the talks that I was able to have…
Beautiful. Made me think of my experiences with my sister’s rottweiler, Kona. Kona was adopted by my sister from a shelter after she had been in a puppy mill for a few years. Koney, as I love to call her, came to us with severe health problems that still require special medicines and care. Her body is covered with old cigarette
burns, and her legs are irreparably broken after being shoved in such a small cage for years. She won’t have a long life.
But I love Kona! And it’s real easy for me to get real excited around animals. I speak in that baby-voice, I sing songs (yes, I know), and I like to get right up close to them. I can’t do that with Koney. Not right away. She’s too scared of people, especially men, and runs and hides. So my sister Manda has to remind me to come through the door quieter, to just sit down and hold out my hand for Koney to sniff. It’s gotta be slow, but then after a bit, she warms up again.
What am I talking about? Pope Francis, Koney, and this Sunday. Well, I just thank God for being gentle with me. And I pray that we can be gentler to one another. Remembering people have thoughts, feelings, joys, and hurts that we can’t see or understand, yet.
Lord Jesus, teach us to be more like you! The smoldering wick you didn’t quench. The bruised reed you didn’t break. Thank you, Lord. Thanks, Kone.
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