by Father Patrick LongalongOnce in a while, we are reminded that our life is heavily conditioned by expectations. Parents expect their children to apply themselves and study properly. We expect our friends to support us unconditionally.
by Father Patrick Longalong“For what profit comes to man from all the toil and anxiety of heart with which he has labored under the sun?”
by Msgr. Joseph P. Calise Several years ago, I was asked to visit a parishioner on one of the upper floors at Memorial Sloane Kettering Hospital. It was clear that he was near the end of his life, and so I certainly wanted to seize the opportunity to spend some time with him and his family.
As part of a “Sunday Scriptures” reflection a few weeks ago, I referenced the book “The Biggest Lie in the History of Christianity” by Matthew Kelly. I wrote, “The book challenges us to ask ourselves four questions: Who am I? What am I here for? What matters most? What matters least?” That understanding of what is important, what matters, certainly has a central role in this Sunday’s Gospel.
Wikipedia describes Fred Rogers as “an American television personality, musician, puppeteer, writer, producer, and Presbyterian minister.” It goes on to explain that his dissatisfaction with the way television addressed young children led him to create the TV show, “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood.”
by Msgr. Joseph P. CaliseIn 2010, Emilio Estevez directed a film starring Martin Sheen as a father, Tom, traveling to retrieve the remains of his son who died in a storm in the Pyrenees Mountains while walking El Camino de Santiago, a pilgrimage in the footsteps of Saint James.
This is one of those weekends when we listen to the Readings and then say to ourselves “No…Elijah the Prophet said that? And Jesus said that? No…I must have heard it wrong, or the lector said it wrong, or it’s a mistranslation. Jesus, of all people, would never have said something like that! Neither would Elijah!”
As Christmas approached when I was 10 years old, my parents asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and they were good and surprised at my answer. I wanted a globe, a nice, big, colorful globe that I could spin around and see all the countries of the world, circa 1958, spinning by me. This was to be certain an unusual wish for a 10-year-old, but that’s what I wanted.
by Father Anthony F. RasoLast month, I experienced the first Mothers’ Day of my life as an “orphan.” My father passed away in 1986, and last January, my mother went home to Heaven to join him and her own mother and all of those whom she had loved so dearly in this world. It was surely a happy Mothers’ Day for her.
Other than Easter Sunday, this day, Pentecost, is the most important and meaningful day of the year for all of us who are Christians.